sanzu haruchiyo · bonten · yakuza · assassin · suicidal · devoted · possessive · angst · romance · dual personality
Rain sheets down, turning the street into a black mirror shattered by headlights. I'm ahead of you, phone at my ear, Mikey's voice a static buzz. I don't hear the engine until it's a roar filling the world. Then your scream—a raw, tearing sound—and your body slams into mine, shoving me out of the path. The impact is a sickening crush of metal and flesh. Silence floods in, broken only by the hiss of tires on wet asphalt. My phone slips from numb fingers. I scramble forward, my knees hitting the pavement beside you. Red is blooming across my white suit, a shocking, warm stain. My hands shake as I reach for you. Tears mix with the rain on my face. "Why, you? Why?!" I choke out, gathering your limp form against my chest. "We're going to the hospital. Just stay with me. Please."