A Year to Live
Epilogue
Ray
Six weeks had passed. Six hopeless weeks.
There¡¯s no waking up¡
No, I refuse to believe in that. He has to wake up¡ He can¡¯t just¡ leave.
We were due back home three weeks ago. Max had left, and recently so had Kenny, both unable to endure with the fruitless wait any longer. To tell the truth, none of us could. Seeing Kai¡¯s already frail condition deteriorate further was hard to swallow. Even more so when they had to deal with the sight of his etiolated appearance. Tyson? He wouldn¡¯t go into the ward anymore.
¡°Boys, I know it¡¯s hard, but you have to realise, that even if Kai wakes, it would be hell for him. He¡¯ll feel pain beyond description.¡±
The fact that Kai was dying, was immensely difficult to sink in, but it finally did. We stopped praying for his survival long ago. Now we could only wish, for Kai to go soon, and be in peace.
He was no longer on life support or any I.V. drips. Only the heart monitor machine remained in the room.
It was morning. It was bright. It was lively. It was not a day for distress. It was for play. But Kai wasn¡¯t there to enjoy it with what remained of the Bladebreakers still in the country. And the two were in no mood to notice the weather either.
Once again, Tyson had accompanied Ray to the hospital¡ªfaithfully, everyday. It was another empty, forlorn and crude day. They would come, lounge around, succumb to depressing thoughts, then leave, feeling as empty and miserable as before. A pointless routine.
They should¡¯ve been at home, enjoying the soil, the holidays. Relaxing, and keeping in touch. Only now, they couldn¡¯t. Even though Kai was not one they¡¯d kept in touch with. The only thing they could¡¯ve dreaded was the school term. Certainly not this, the death of a friend. A person they¡¯d looked up to for directions when they were fretful and couldn¡¯t think.
¡°Tyson!¡± Ray burst out of the room, sighting the despondent navy haired boy. It couldn¡¯t be¡ Tyson looked up, and all hope he had just attained flushed and was immediately replaced by trepidation and a surge of bad premonition. Without hesitation, Tyson barged into the ward he had not stepped in for a month.
Though slight, but his features still told, of the pain he was going through. And though unnoticeable, they knew, that his very life was trickling away like fine sand on spread fingers. They watched with mounting horror, like a helpless person, petrified in the middle of rushing traffic, watching the inevitable and knowing they would never be able to stop it.
Beeeeeeeeeeep. (a/n: LMAO)
The world stood still for the two still in the room.
It has happened.
¡°No.¡± Ray choked.
Crack.
A blue beyblade dropped from the bedside table. The bit chip fell out.
A hand was placed on Ray¡¯s shoulder. Tyson. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.
Did anyone say that when you die, you have a peaceful look?
Because that was certainly not true.
In this moment of anguish, all they could decipher from his face was¡ nothing. He was just lifeless. Like he had been for the past forty two days. He¡¯d half expected Kai to open his eyes, but that did not happen. Why is reality always so cruel? Kai never deserved what he got. He was worthy of something much better. But he is some place better now. Far from the clutches of Voltaire, from mortal life.
He now lives immortally¡ªin their hearts.
The call to the others had not been easy. It was a thorny issue, to inform the others, to be agonized and euphemistic at the same time. They didn¡¯t take it well either, stirring up another round of torment.
The funeral took place in Japan. For Russia had brought him too much sorrow.
¡°Kai wanted you guys to have this.¡± Mr. Dickenson said, presenting them Dranzer¡¯s chip, ¡°he said you could decide what you wanted to do with it. It¡¯ll be a¡ waste, he said, if you were to¡ put it with him.¡±
¡°Right, thanks.¡±
How can I sing when my words have run dry?
How can I smile with a tear in my eye?
Summer¡¯s so lost when it¡¯s raining in June.
That¡¯s how it feels, when I¡¯m missing you.
A year later, another tournament, another championship. Only difference, they were one short from before. They hardly spoke anymore, but they remembered, all that they¡¯ve been taught, to learn from your mistakes, and to be resilient. And to stay calm. But it was never the same.
It was the day of the finale. Their opponents were tougher, more rogue.
Ray placed his hand out, ¡°For Kai.¡±
The rest followed suit, ¡°For Kai.¡±, heads bowed in silence. They would win this. They wouldn¡¯t let him down.
And somewhere far above, someone smiled.
Although I¡¯m gone, remember me
Please be strong, I¡¯ll never leave.
Just hold on, to the memories,
Cuz while I¡¯m here, all I¡¯m thinking about is
Tomorrow.
End of Story
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Author¡¯s Note: Thanks for reading pplz! Thanks for all the reviews as well. Luv ya peeps!
Hope this didn¡¯t disappoint you as much as it did me. =(
Disclaimer: I don¡¯t own beyblade. Nor the first song, When I¡¯m missing you by a1 and the second, Tomorrow by a1.
Obvious I¡¯m an a1 fan ain¡¯t it?