just a slight warning: this isn't rated m for nothing, unfortunately. if you are not a fan of extensive coarse language, dark factors or blood and gore, then i suggest that you stop right here. other than that, enjoy.
time to pretend
somebody is only perfect when their imperfections are seen as beauty.
So this is how fairytales end.
For God's sake, she's running across the populated road during peak hour, the tears rushing down her face, her eyes only pinned on one thing.
Him.
His car is flinging straight forward... and suddenly everything is in slow motion. It's her time, and it's now or never.
She always told herself ever since she was young that if she was to die of not a natural death, she would want to go out saving someone. She never really acknowledged if she was strong enough to do so, or if she wouldn't just be plain scared.
But now, she's running across the bloody road. She is running. There are fucking cars everywhere, and horns are blasting off, though the noises are nothing to her ears. She is running. It is now or never. She promised herself that she'd go out saving someone. She's running. She can see it now. His face. She is running. She can feel it now. She's wrenched herself between the two cars, effectively yielding the crash. The blood, the fucking blood!
She's smiling—WHY?
What... How?
Time stops. There's a sound in the background, a fucking horrible mix between a heartbeat and a heart rate monitor. Funny that. There's actually no sound, because how can you make noise when there's nothing there at all? There's no thumping, and there's no beeping.
This is all so funny, he convinces himself, this is all just a joke.
He falls out of the car and onto his knees, taking time to regain from the sudden shock. But nothing can save him now. He can see it now. Her bludgeoned face, pounded with blood, her hair scarred everywhere, her chest—oh, her fucking chest!—is just a traumatic mess.
She's still smiling—WHY, WHY, WHY?
Why'd you save me?
She's choking on her own blood as he crawls over to her. He can't even speak, but the words are all too clear in his eyes... for once. Why'd you save me? Why did you fucking do it?
Her smile falls, and her lips struggle to let out the words. "Don't you know?"she whispers.
Oh no. No, no, NO! Don't fucking say what you're going to—
She takes one last deep breath, acknowledging that he isn't going to say anything, even during her dying breath, because that's just how he is. She doesn't notice how fucking stupid she is because he's been screaming to her this entire time.
Inhale...
Oh, no! NO, NO, NO! DON'T DO THIS. DON'T GO. DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!
She laughs weakly. "I love you, stupid! I love you, I love you, I love you!"
...Exhale?
He's already reaching out to stop her from saying those fucking words because she's wasting her breath, she's killing herself, making herself tired—but then he tells himself that NO! Those fucking fantasies and hopes won't save you anymore. She's dead...she's dead.
She's gone.
OH GOD. PLEASE FUCKING EXHALE. JUST EXHALE. BREATHE. EXHALE. ANYTHING.
Nothing.
All dims to black.
uh, yeah. it feels stunningly incomplete.
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