You know, I have never hated you. Not when we first met. Not through the years afterwards. Not even now, when our time is up.
Momo never saw the car coming. It was going too fast, Momo was facing away. He didn't see it.
No, I never hated you. In fact, I'm pretty sure some part of me has always loved you. It just took me this long to finally figure it out.
All he knew was that someone had pushed him. Hard. Momo falls to the ground, already ready to yell at the person that pushed him. But he doesn't.
The person he wanted to yell at isn't standing in front of him.
Maybe that makes me a fool. Why should I love someone so very different from me? So unreachable? But that is one question I do not have the answer to.
The car screeches to a stop, too late. Behind it lies a broken body.
Still on the ground, Momo scrambles over to where Kaidoh is now lying. He's bleeding. His face is pale, his eyes stark in the bloodless face. Momo cradles Kaidoh's head in his lap, wondering why it hurts him so much if Kaidoh was the one hit.
Can you still hear me? I can't hear you anymore. It's cold. Really cold. But your fingers are warm on my face.
Momo's fingers brush Kaidoh's cheeks. His skin is really cold. Kaidoh's lips are moving, but he is silent. Momo can't hear a word he's saying. He could never hear anything Kaidoh said, he realizes sadly. They were always communicating by each other, rather than to.
Momo shuts his eyes, trying to hold back the tears.
Are you crying? Don't cry. Never cry because of me. I don't want to be the one that makes your tears fall.
He fails. A single tear falls, and that opens the floodgates. Momo crouches over Kaidoh's wounded form, knowing that time is up. He was too late. He'd figured it out too late.
He hears the wail of the siren in the distance, but he knows it's too late. Always, always too late.
It's getting colder. I feel like I can't move. Maybe I really am cold-blooded, like the snake you call me. But I don't want to be cold. I want to be in the warmth.
Kaidoh's skin grows colder under Momo's hands. The tears are falling faster now, rivers making their way down Momo's cheeks. They blur Momo's vision, but despite that, he sees Kaidoh's lips move one last time.
This time, he hears it, even though Kaidoh doesn't make a sound.
So… hold me?
His vision now completely obstructed, Momo breaks down, clutching Kaidoh's body to him. He holds that position, even when the ambulance arrives, even when the paramedics are frantically trying to work around him, even when Kaidoh's breathing slows, and gradually stops.
Momo never lets go again. By the time they arrive at the hospital, there is not one, but two dead bodies in the back of the ambulance.
They were too late for life. But now, in death, both of them are smiling.
A/N: This ending doesn't agree with me. But oh well.
What I first thought up was just the italics. Then I decided to put in the rest of it. I had a completely different idea originally, but it didn't go through. So yeah.
Moving on… R&R, please?