AN: I semi-sequel to Drabble #33, 'Goodnight'.
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It has been years since the night of the accident.
…And yet Kazuma still remembered. On the anniversary of that night he still lays fresh flowers on his grave.
That night, as he lies awake in his bed, he can still remember Kimishima's pleading sobs and limp tortured figure twisted in front of him. He can almost feel the weight of Kimishima's body in his arms, almost feel the hot blood seeping into his clothes, almost taste the despair and agony that hung in the air that night.
Kazuma regrets everything that happened that night. He regrets asking his best friend to give him that fatal last ride. He regrets that he distracted Kimishima on that curve. He regrets the fact that the older man didn't have an alter, and couldn't save himself like Kazuma did.
On that night, Kazuma makes himself sick with guilt. He retches with the thought of Kimishima's blood staining his hands. He sobs and thinks of all the possibilities…of what might have happened if Kimishima had lived on.
He thinks of the two of them…and what might have been.
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