North Beach, San Francisco
Fisherman's Wharf
September 28, 2013
4: 36 PM
LUCAS' POV
I can't see Brooke anywhere! I can't believe it! We're doing it all over again.
I saw a huge crowd drawn across the street. I thought, Brooke must be somewhere there. Then I saw Brooke! No, she's not one of onlookers. She's the one who's looked upon.
Now the pieces fit! Last year, when I saw Brooke, I didn't catch her because she was hit by a car. That's why she had amnesia! And that's why we could relate to each other when we talk about my life.
Now, we're here again, at the same place.
"Brooke! Brooke! You have to wake up! Stay with me! I love you!," Then the people started going away. I can't believe these people!
"WOULD SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE! PLEASE!," I shouted.
"Lucas," Brooke whispered in her raspy voice.
"Brooke! Come on, keep your eyes open. Stay with me," I smiled at her while tears are falling down my cheeks.
"Save me," Those were the last words of Brooke before she became unconscious again.
"Brooke! Wake up! Hold on Brooke!"
I opened my phone and dialed 911.
"There's an emergency here at North Beach. A girl lost consciousness. Please hurry! I'm losing her."
I closed my phone and hugged Brooke tightly. I'm not going to lose her again! I lost her thrice, and that's not going to happen again! I promised myself, if ever we cross paths again, I'm never going to let her go!
God! Why do these things happen to us?! Are we supposed to suffer every time? We're meant for each other. Everyone could see that! Why does fate have to be so damn cruel with us?
Fate messed with Brooke already, when she lost her memories. And now fate's messing with me? Through this? I can't believe it! Are we not destined?
NO, Lucas. Don't you ever think that way! You and Brooke are meant for each other.
I thought of everything Brooke and I have been through. All the times I've hurt her. All the times we're happy.
I looked like a fool there. I was laughing and crying at the same time. I lost train of thought when somebody shouted at me,
"MISTER! WATCH OUT!" I looked in front of me and saw a truck heading our way. I hugged Brooke with all of my might and shielded her with all I can. At least I did what Brooke said. I saved her.
I don't care if I'm dead or not. As least I saved Brooke.
A bright light flashed through my eyes and suddenly everything I did with Brooke passed quickly, like a really fast motion picture. Last thing I remembered was hearing the sirens of the ambulance.
There was Brooke and I. Lying across the street, lifeless, unconscious and lifeless.
Wow, what a way to remake Romeo and Juliet!