She was alone.
She was alone, in the dark.
She was alone, in the dark, with the dead body of her best friend.
She was alone, in the dark, with the dead body of her best friend, after surviving a car crash where they had flown off the side of a cliff and were caught in a crevice.
"Yasu I'm in pain." She had sat in silence for thirty minutes before registering the fact that he was dead. "I'm in pain and scared and and and- You're dead! Oh Kami you're dead! You're dead! You're-" A coughing fit cut her off as she panicked. "Tell me what to do." She was whispering now.
"Te-tell me wh-what to d-do Yasu. I-I-I-I don't kn-knkow what t-to do!" She blinked rapidly, tears stinging her eyes but refusing to fall as she reached over to brush her quivering hand against the body next to her. Her breathing hitched.
"You're still warm." She spoke with awe in her voice, her mind running on fumes as it struggled to keep her weak body running. "It's weird. You're dead Yasu. You're dead and warm and the only one who is with me as I bleed to death in a small car stuck in a large crack." She knew hysteria was setting in but what was she supposed to do? Oh Kami Yasu was dead! Sweet Yasuharu who had made her laugh on the day her parents had been murdered, who bought her ice cream and sat with her as she cried after she had been bullied about having to have three jobs, who was there when she was fired from said jobs, who told her his biggest secret to make her feel better and then joked about it with her later simply because she was upset.
"I don't know what to do..." Her voice broke and the tears that had been holding themselves back finally burst through the dam. She sobbed, she screamed until her voice was raw. And she cried. She cried for her best friend. She cried for herself. She cried for the car. Hell she cried for the large piece of glass that had her pinned to the seat by her abdomen! Then the air grew cold and what she heard when she raised her head stilled her tears.
"Mai..." She reached up and wiped her eyes. Was she really hearing him? No. She couldn't be!
"Yasu I'm almost there. It's so cold and I swear that I can hear you! I'm coming my friend." Her voice was raw as she spoke up, ruined from the screaming she had done while her grief poured out of her. She was resigned, waiting patiently for her fate to be delivered.
"Fight Mai...Fight..." Fight? Fight what? There was nothing to fight except air!
"Call 119...tell...live...Fight..." Oh. Well that made sense. Then her eyes widened as a soft silvery-blue glow filled the car with the familiar scent of coffee. A cold tingling brushed across her cheek and all of her panic, her fear, drifted away with it. She closed her eyes and she could see him in her head, his black hair blowing in an invisible wind as he laughed at a joke, his grey eyes bouncing with joy and his glasses see-through. He looked so peaceful. She opened her eyes and reached for the cellphone.
Taniyama Mai would not die today.