At first,
the pain is crushing.I try my best to ignore the gut wrenching sound of what I'm sure has to be my cracking rib cage. It's mad that I can barely draw in a breath without excruciating pain, and yet, somehow my phone is having no problems continuing to play the sound of the familiar voice that had been coming from my headphones.
I try to focus on it.
The familiar melody. The consoling memory. The thought that in a matter of minutes, I'll be reunited with the adorable boy in glasses that I fell for in less than a day, on our shared End Day.
Mom and dad will be there too. Olivia as well. And the ache of trying to suck in a breath, feeling like my entire body is slamming harshly against the hood of a carelessly speeding car once again? Will feel like nothing, but a distant nightmare.
They say your life flashes before your eyes as you're about to exit this world, but as the hurt finally starts to subside, all I can see is a blinding white light at first.
Is this it?
I can't help but wonder. No. A part of me still hasn't let go of this world. I can hear sirens wailing around me, shouting close by, but I can't make anything coherent out of the words.
The song.
I try to search for the song. I am literally, fucking dying to have Mateo's voice comfort, and accompany me into whatever comes next.
The pain's died down. And now...it almost feels like I'm floating. Going down a tunnel of memories, but the thing is that none of these seem to be mine. And yet, somehow I feel a strange connection to them.
A post office.
Tandem bike....And then...
There's a boy.
With the cutest, messy brown hair.
And bright, alien blue eyes behind a pair of glasses that I immediately recognize, even though it feels like I'm fading. Like my memories are failing. And I know. I know that even though the boy I can see looks nothing like the Mateo I know? I'm 100% sure that is Mateo's pure and kind soul in there.'I will make it so easy for you to find me. Neon signs. Marching bands.'
I see marching band proposals,
and Broadway neon lights.I hear singing,
And catch a glimpse of us exploring New York City.Come on universe.
Come on universe.
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Here's To A Second Chance
FanfictionWhat if death wasn't the end, but just a new beginning? Would you make sure the universe brought us back together after our End Day? I will make it easy for you to find me. Neon signs. Marching bands. What if Rufus and Mateo got a happy ending afte...