Yuma and I couldn't stop laughing. Every single little thing we did seemed hysterical. I was the first one to step into the truck and locked the doors so he couldn't get in. After a few attempted pulls he finally double clicked the keys and climbed onto the seat.

"So, where we headed?" He slowly began to push the key into the keyhole.

"Nowhere if you don't wear your seatbelt hotshot."

"Oh. My god. Teto."

"Click it or ticket."

He sighed, "Fine."

"How about we listen to something different today. Y'know for the occasion?" I twisted the volume knob all the way to the right, "American Top 40?"

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Bae, would I joke with you." I pouted my lips and batted my eyelids.

"Wha- DUDE YOU JUST CALLED ME BAE."

"Yeah bae."

"Bae"

"Baeeeee"

Grinning, he revved the engine, "Turn it up."

"Holler." The radio blasted to life.

Yuma brushed his hair out of his eyes and squinted at the small screen over the speakers, "Centuries"

"It's Fall Out Boy!" I squeezed the edge of my seat, " I actually know this song!"

"Well I don't." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Is it romantic?"

"Naw."

"Darn it."

I shoved him in the ribs, gently, so he wouldn't swerve off the road, "We're already our own OTP. Don't enforce it like a repetitive math teacher."

"Promise?"

"I wouldn't ship myself with anyone else.

"So we'll be an OTP" He held out the P for way too long.

"An OTP. For centurieeeees" I giggled, waiting for him to continue.

But then, it was quiet.

It was all wrong.

"Yuma?" The song on the radio had shifted to a lighter one, full of violins and clearly romantic.

"They're not working" His knuckles were white as they gripped onto the wheel, rotating madly to keep us on track.

"What's not working?" I tried my hardest not to let myself panic, "Why are we going so fast?"

"Th-the brakes."

"They can't just stop working Yuma."

We're a thousand miles from comfort

"Teto, we're gonna die."

"No we're not." The scenery was passing by too feverishly fast.

"At the bottom of this hill, we're gonna die and it's gonna be my fault." He rasped.

"Just shut up. We're gonna make it. We made it this far. It's gonna be fine."

We have traveled land and sea

(Why is time passing so painfully slowly?)

"I knew it. I knew we weren't meant to be together. And now that we are, we're gonna get killed."

"Just stop talking. You're a hero."

"Teto, I'm no hero. We're hurtling at the speed of sound to an inventible doom. If anything I'm the villain who absolutely does all he can to ruin everything." I could barely make out his words from between his airy breaths.

"We'll jump."

"Im-impossible."

"Hold my hand." He craned his face towards me, his pupils tight with fear, "Hold it tight."

But as long as you are with me

He wrapped his fingers around mine and weakly grinned, "There's no shame in bailing."

I elbowed the door open and felt the wind harshly tear at our skin, "Especially when there's still a life to live." I nervously laughed, "Let's bail?"

He nodded as I pulled him by the door. The drop to the side of the trail was at least 10 feet.

We were suspended in the air for a little eternity before the impact struck. And it struck hard. It pulled through my bones, and left me feeling shattered by the time I reached the true ground. Weeds and thorns ripped at my legs as stones pierced my cheeks. And I thought I was bad.

But then I saw him.

He looked fine at first. He was sprawled on his back like I was when we landed, and it seemed like our injuries were pretty similar. I staggered over to him, overwhelmed with joy that we had somehow survived. It was all so unexpected. I knelt down next to him and pressed my palms against his shoulders, "Hey Yuma! Looks like we have one life left huh?"

He didn't reply.

"Hero! Wake up? Please?" I ran my fingers through his hair then quickly pulled them out, now covered with, "blood?"

"No." I whispered, so softly that even I could barely hear it. I buried my face into his chest, now crying with a different type of tears. Tears of pain. Tears of loss.

There's no place I'd rather be…

"How can you be dead if you've just barely pressed start?" My eyes scanned him for any sort of life. I rested my head over his heart, and put myself in sync with his faint heartbeat. "You're still alive. You have a life left. This world isn't over." I fought the impending black out long enough to pull out my battered phone to call the police. After struggling through the conversation, I threw the device down and curled up next to Yuma's skinny body waiting for the sirens to sound.

"What kind of pathetic loser can't get past level 1?"

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