BANG, 'NO...!!!' tears came flowing out automatically as the vision of the silver sporty race car crashed into the up coming truck blurred.
I picked up my white dress and ran out of the garden. I kept saying 'No, no, no, no...' and replaying all over again inside my head. Please don't let anything happen to him. Please, God, Lord Kami, Lord Kira, whoever...please protect him!
I kneeled down and glanced into the up-side-down car, lying in the middle of the road. The scene inside was awful. I heard Hiroyuki and my father's and mother's voice calling my name at the same time.
I heard someone screaming;people panicking...it was all in a mess.
'Somebody help...! sob please sob call 911...! sob sob' I turned back to George. 'George...George, can you hear me?! George?! Please...please answer me, George, George...' my voice grew weaker. When I called the man inside covered with blood George, Hiroyuki's face beside me, changed completely.
'Yukari breathe don't cry...' he exclaimed out of pain and I started to panic all over again.
'George...George, are you okay?!' I was afraid that I would lose him right here and now. I don't want that to happen, I really don't want it to. I want to see him smile at me again, to wake up in the morning and find him looking at me as he did yesterday, to cook and eat breakfast with him, to see him at work, to smile at him whenever he was tired...to spend every moment of his life together with him.
'I love you...' he paused for breathing and tried to steady himself for a while. 'I'm breathe sorry...' he looked at me in the eyes and smiled for one last time. It started pouring heavily all of a sudden.
That was how I remembered it after such a long time. The smile he showed me gave me motivation. It gave me power when I was tired. It gave me strength whenever I'm down. It was the source of my happiness, the energy of my life.
It gave me everything I've ever wanted to have. It was the last thing that he did before he left this lonely world forever.
That day, he died on the spot before the ambulance actually came. They said he broke his ribs and spine. They said it was lucky that he didn't survive it because even if he did, he would not be able to even breathe by himself ever again. That he would suffer.
For me, I'd rather he lived and survived everything and still be here with me now. But then, come to think of it, he was a man with so much pride and ego. To ask him to live not even be able to breathe by himself would be pure torture to his soul. I wouldn't want that.
The moment I stepped out of the hospital, it stopped raining. Instead, there was a huge rainbow right before my eyes, curving in a way as if it was smiling at me just like George. I felt the burden lift off my shoulders as I walked towards the house he left me with a brave smile on my face. I think that this is what he wanted for me. No, I know that this is what he always wanted for me.
For me to smile bravely and be truly happy for the rest of my life. I know it. Don't ask me how but I just did. The next day, the picture of me in my wedding gown crying in the rain before the car made it to every newspaper and front-covers of magazines throughout Japan.
But when I was questioned by the reporters and paparazzi, all I did was smile.
Hiroyuki left the country for studies shortly after that. I apologized to him. Miwako and Arashi engaged a while after that. Isabella made it into the finest cloth company in Japan.
Everything fell into place. After two years, I finally set up a modeling agency just like Miwako said I should. Well, she and Arashi had a baby boy that was two years old at that time. They are so happy together.
As for me, a few weeks after George left, I shifted into our house and stayed there ever since. Oh, and one important detail. Beside the smile, George left me another thing after he left.
My son has the eyes of just like him. As blue and as deep as the ocean. But then his hair was as black as mine. The day he was born, I told the whole world that he's George's son. And I really meant the whole world. He's four years old right now and very active. It kept me busy. And I was really happy.
And, guess what...I named him after George.
George Jr. Koizumi. Just like his father, he brought joy into my life and gave it a meaning.
The End...