Bump bump…
Bump bump…
Bump bump, bump bump, bump…
*beep*
...eee ooo eee ooo eee ooo eee ooo...
Sound after sound fills the air. It’s a symphony that no one would ever want to hear. Police sirens wail like screaming children desperately looking for their parents. Flashing lights and petrified looks are the only thing that could be seen even from the next block down. Something this violent or terrible hasn’t happened since the imaginary cat got stuck in the nonexistent tree. No one could ever see it coming. Not even two poor souls. Which is what makes this the more intimidating.
“From what I saw, she just walked out in front of the road, with no idea of a car whatsoever.” one pedestrian described. He didn’t look scared or shook up, but just nervous at the fact that he had to see something like this.
A policeman scribbled notes vigorously onto a notepad with an average look, much different than the contrasting faces of everyone else around. He’s seen this type of thing before, it’s almost disturbing how much he’s gotten used to it.
But the worst part of it all is the astonishing number of people who held their children a little tighter, their mouths opened a little larger in shock. The tears from strangers who feel for the ones who just lost their lives.
Even worse than strangers are friends who knew them. The female victim had two close friends walking by in the opposite direction. Screaming and yelling, bawling and sobbing, no one could do a thing to bring the dead back to life, or bring the life back into dead eyes that will forever be scarred.
And the saddest event from this whole tragedy came from one lone person who dropped his bag in disbelief. The facial expression he had was as ugly as the mutilated face of the two victims.
Dirty blonde hair.
Male.
College student.
After all, who else could fit that description better than Yuta.
Yuta was thinking about the future in that moment. Not his. But Sanjiro and Suzume. What could he do to move on from this? What will he do? The simple thought passed across his mind. What would become of Icesolate, the group that was his savior, the group that became his home sweet home?
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He could only fall to his knees and punch the ground. Vibrating pupils like anger punching the prison wall to escape and commit its wrath.
“It’s not fair...it’s not fair...it’s not fair!!! What the fuck is this?!?! What the fuck am I looking at here?!?!”
A sadistic smile of regret, fear and countless other deadly emotions rose from cheek to cheek.
“Sanjiro...Suzume...you lied to me!! You promised me, we would change the industry together, and you pull something stupid like this?! I gave you my life, and you pulled it away from me with you to your graves?! That’s bullshit!!” he yelled into the distance.
Those bystanding stood back a couple feet, not wanting to be caught in the midst of his justified rage. His attention directed from the accident scene to the ambulance where a middle-aged male was resting, still shaken up about the whole situation.
“You...it was you, wasn’t it?”
The middle-aged man looked up in despair and intense terror.
“You did this...huh…”
The middle-aged man glanced down at the corpses then back at the screaming student.
A dark, non-comforting smile arose from Yuta.
“Why did you do it…” he whispered to the man.
The man could only shake as his response. Almost like his excessive shaking was morse code.
Yuta reached for the man’s collar, and grabbed it like his whole being was put at judgment at this very moment.
“Tell me!! Tell me right now!! Was it an accident, or was it on purpose?!” Yuta screamed into the man’s ear.
No answer.
“Answer me now, or I’ll kill you! Let you join them and let you confront the rage they must feel for you right now!!”
The paramedics entered the fray.
“Hey, you. Step away from hi-”
The paramedic duo stopped and looked at the boy who let go and pushed back on the crinkled collar of Sanjiro and Suzume’s grim reaper.
No longer a student, but a defenseless boy…
“I-I don’t wanna ever see y-your face ag-again…” Yuta uttered with tears welling up and overflowing down his cheeks. His knees sunk to the ground once again, and he could only cry his heart out.
Deep down, past all that anger and all those hateful words. Past all the mixed feelings and troubled mind, there was sadness. The rawest emotion that a human could ever give in a moment like this.
Yuta looked back one final time as he slowly walked back to his bag, papers blown away in the deadly sunset that holds more story than the world could ever read to him.
“Coffee, my ass.” were his final words to the couple, never looking back, leaving behind the disgrace that would hold his reins for the rest of his life if he let it.
…………………
It’s sad…
It really is…
Cause underneath that police and ambulance body tarp, was not just the purple and red mixed blood that was invisible to the medics.
Underneath that tarp are, in fact, two causes of death.
One: By whatever mysterious circumstance that happened to the young, hopeful girl.
And two: By car crash that protected the girl from an even more gruesome death.
The male victim’s arms wrapped around the girl in one final embrace. One embrace that would break hearts, physically and mentally.
It was a vow that had been fulfilled to the end.
Even until the day they died.