I have no clue what possessed me to write this. Well, enjoy. I guess.
Thank for helping me Becca.
We take silence for granted.
Silence; desolate and empty, holding with it an emptiness that although seems intimidating, has a violent tendency to hold security.
Silence and security was all he could wish for as the car flipped over and over again.
There was no time for movement, no time to even register what was happening. There was only an unusal floatation and the noisy sound of grinding metal.
It all stopped as abruptly as it began, but the stillness that was once craved sprouted nothing but a chance for the numbing adrenaline to cease and the blinding pain to bleed through his sanity. It was everywhere at once, but he couldn't tell where it started, or began, or even where it was coming from.
The whole world was a mess of chaos and confusion, pain, and the salt of his tears as they poured from his bloodshot eyes.
His body pulsated with a wet heat, clothes damp and clinging to his body. Surely this couldn't be death; this was unbearable. The only possibility was that he was still alive.
The heat and the pain suddenly faded then, and a new pain- which was an overwhelming panic in actuality- replaced it. Through the access liquid in his mouth, Ezra managed to make out some, garbled, inhuman sound.
"Aria."
His burning eyes were sheathed in a pool of tears, and he raised a throbbing hand to brush the liquid away. He saw darkness, but also his only reason to stay awake from the sleep that beckoned him.
He saw his Aria.
Mangled and pathetic, she was slumped towards him, unmoving totally- except for her hand that was unsuccessfully reaching for his.
"Aria," He cried, brokenly, his slick hand finding hers. She barely had the strength to hold onto his fingers.
A soft groan left her chest, and he knew she was so close to falling into her awaiting fate. He had just moments.
"I love you," He gasped, a new agonizing pain beginning to pulsate in his thigh.
She whimpered, and he stroked her hand gently to try and sooth her. The cataclysmic truth was sinking in and he was close to growing manic. He couldn't save her from the silence that was stealing her away.
And just like that, her fingers slackened, and his Aria slipped from the world in said damned, secure silence.
"No-" Ezra choked, his weak heart losing stamina as paralyzingly fear enveloped him. "Aria no!"
A loud wail left his diaphragm, and he leaned against her weakly. She couldn't leave him- not like this, not this fast.
"Aria come back," He sobbed, chest convulsing as a fire roared in his head. He wanted to vomit. "Come back, Aria! COME BACK! BREATHE!"
Cunning death did boast then, and Ezra slumped, his own fate finding its way to him. The position their numb bodies had tangled into had left his lips just half an inch from hers.
"I love you," Was the last thing he whispered, using the very final scrap of his strength to brush his swollen lips to her just once more.
Silence is something we take for granted.
Death came and claimed them, taking them from the world they knew and the world that knew them. And just as the silence began, the sound of the obnoxious sirens broke it.
But it was already too late.
I'm really sorry guys. That is all.