I could recall that moment perfectly.
It was at night, where the sky was pitch black. On any other day it would have made the stars and moon shine brighter than before, alas they were covered by heavy rain clouds that poured water on us heavily. Along with the thick rain a chilling sound of thunder rang out through the entire area and its loud crackle made my ears hurt.
I couldn't care less about it though, a hot feeling boiled within me as I looked at the man in front of me.
"Why are you trying to come back to me?" I yelled desperately to the man in front of me.
Beneath the road side lights, I stood in front of my longest enemy and my longest friend. The feeling of being drenched with the cold rain that made my clothes uncomfortably clench to my body sent shivers down my whole body.
The man in front of me made me want to dig my own eyes out, his mere existence made me conflicted as my mind scrambled to find a concrete answer to this feeling pooling within me.
I couldn't remember it properly, but I'm sure he wanted to say something. I could recall that mouth opening to speak, probably to respond to me.
But, before any words could be said, that guy's eyes went wide and that mouth that was supposed to speak suddenly left hanging open with no words leaving it.
I didn't really understand why he had frozen in place until the squeaking sound of wheels accompanied with a frantic beeping horn went through my ears.
I whipped my head around quickly to find the source of those sounds, and therefore I was met with the reason why that guy was frozen in place.
It was a wild truck coming at us. It was swerving erratically, swaying side to side wildly, it was out of control. It looked like it may have been slipping due to the rain somehow.
I couldn't move even if I knew I should have. The fear of what's to come was tying me down, sticking me close to the floor like a fly in a fly trap. The adrenaline that rushed throughout my body blared alarms of freeze instead of flight.
Thus, I stood there like a deer in headlights.
The fear of being hit consumed me so much I had forgotten that he was there with me. The only reason I could remember? It was because of long, warm arms wrapping around me suddenly. His arms tightened around my body desperately, and his larger body covered my view so suddenly I only had a second to realize it.
Then quickly, that truck hit us as expected. I remember tumbling over to the wild greenery that was next to the road with him holding me with bone breaking strength.
Although my contact was lessened because of him, it still hurt like hell. I could feel the hot pain fester in my body. My bones were screaming in agony especially on my sides and my vision was blurry.
I felt weak.
My mind felt like it was slowly drifting away being consumed by the boiling pain that consumed my body.
I wanted to curse this world with all my might before leaving it. Dying a day before the playoffs for Call of the Abyss would start was something that made me want to cry more than the pain in my body.
Missing the chance to achieve my dreams, the dream I've worked through thick and thin, it was terrible. I could feel tears start to form at the corner of my eyes and my face scrunched from these thoughts, as if the pain didn't already make my face scrunched.
But in the heat of it all, as I was just about to cry my heart out, my vision had focused and cleared itself one more time.
Ah that's right.
There were soft brown eyes looking at me deeply. It was a kind of stare I could only describe as one that was filled with regret. Accompanied by that stare was a gentle smile, this smile too was ridden with a deep remorse.
I couldn't tell what he was regretful for. Was it not making it to the playoffs as well? Or was it for how our relationship had sunken? For whatever reason, the tranquility of his eyes and smile, yet laced in regret made me feel somewhat serene.
But those eyes that stared so intently closed so softly with tears streaming down like a river. It was like a rude wake up call from that serenity I had just thought about.
I huffed one last time as more tears started to roll down my face and my vision blurred once more. My eyes became so heavy and my head became so dizzy, I could not hold on anymore.
That was the final moment of my life.
Before I could do anything to achieve my dreams, I had died.
I could not believe that the last thing I saw before I had died was the regretful face of my longest friend, rival and worst of all my first love, Haruka.
At least I had died in your arms, I wasn't alone.
How could God be so cruel?