Unlucky Love

14 : My Fault

(Sarada's Pov)

I wake up with a horrible headache. I look outside the car to see a construction site. Then I finally realized. I crashed. My mind was playing with me, I couldn't understand how I got there in the first place. I look to my left only to let out a scream. I remembered everything then.

"Bolt? Bolt, wake up! Oy, are you listening to me?! Wake up!"

He didn't bother moving at all. My seatbelt got stuck and I didn't know what to do. My phone was dead and if I wasn't getting Boruto out of here, he'll be dead too! I tried calming down and slowly get up. I found a sharp glass from the broken window and I used it to rip off the seatbelt. Now, I turned myself to Boruto, checking for his pulse. I froze when I felt nothing. This is not happening! This is not true, this is a stupid dream or something! I start shaking him without giving the metal bars a reason to go deeper into Boruto's body.

"Bolt?! Wake up, please! I didn't mean it, okay?! Just wake up!"

It was no use, I couldn't do anything at all to help him. Then, in the distance, I see flashlights. This is my chance!

"Help! Somebody help, please! We're stuck here, help!"

The flashlights were getting closer and it surprised me to see that Kawaki, Mitsuki and Shikadai were the ones searching for us.

"Damn, this is one hell of a crash!"

"Kawaki, this is not the time for jokes! Mitsuki, call the ambulance. Me and Kawaki will try to get Boruto out of the car. Sarada, I guess you can help yourself out of there since you're no longer stuck to your seatbelt."

I nod and then get out of the car. The boys were trying hard to rip off the seatbelt and get Boruto out but with no success. I could feel my legs getting weak to the moment I couldn't stand on my legs anymore. Mitsuki catched me and looked at me.

"Are you okay, Sarada? You were there, what happened? How did you two crush-"

"It's my fault. All this. It's all my fault."

Mitsuki would look at me dumbfounded. Before I could say anything else, I hear a feminine voice, a voice I knew so well...

"Sarada! What happened here?! Wait, is that Boruto over there?! Oh my god! Is he alright?! Are you alright?!"

I couldn't help myself but to hug ChoCho. She looked at me surprised then hugged me back. As soon as she came, Kawaki let Shikadai to think of a plan and headed to us.

"Did the police take him, fatty?"

"Yes, it was proven he was stealing money."

I was dumbfounded at this point. I look at Mitsuki and he'd silently nod. So Boruto was saying the truth? Then what was the reason I talked so harsh to him? What was the reason to hurt him with my words, to cause the crash? What was my goddamn reason?! I could feel tears falling on my cheeks.

"Sarada?! Why are you crying? Boruto is gonna be fine, he's way too stubborn to let himself lose such a fight! Come on, cheer up!"

"How am I supposed to cheer up when I know that this is all my fault?! When I know that he loved me, he loved me deeply and I rejected him for a jerk that only wanted the money my father had! If he dies, I'll never be capable of forgiving myself. He tried so hard to take care of me and this is how I thank him?! By making him crash?! You tell me to cheer up, but I can't even think of that while Boruto is fighting with death!"

Everyone was in shock. No one has ever seen me act like this and it's understandable. I never broke down in tears in front of anyone. I never liked to look weak. The only person that knew about this side of me excepting my family was Boruto. The ambulance siren could be heard from afar.

"They're coming! Kawaki, Mitsuki, I need your help with this, come on! We have to get Boruto out of the car!"

The ambulance arrived. People were yelling and screaming, but I couldn't hear it anymore. I was staring at the ground, no reason for it at all, and tears kept running down my face. This was all my fault. And I was never gonna forgive myself for it.

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Hours passed by. My family and Boruto's family was here, at the hospital. We waited for the doctor to tell us how Boruto is. Our friends were all so demoralised. The Uzumakis were crying and trembling. My father would look down, not showing any emotions. He's an Uchiha, he can't do that. Mum was trying to cheer up Aunt Hinata and Hima, but with no success. My eyes never left the door that leads to the room Boruto is in right now. I was waiting, I hoped everything was fine. I wanted him to come out that door saying ' Y'all worry too much sometimes! Cheer up, I'm fine! '. But there was a feeling inside of me, telling me that I had to give up on hope. That he wasn't gonna come back. After a long wait, the doctor finally came out of the room. His face wasn't showing of emotions, as if he didn't want us to know what happened behind that door.

"Are Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki here?"

"Yes, here we are. Is he doing fine, doc?"

"Come with me please."

The pair left and went into the doctor's office. I couldn't help myself, the pain that was holding in my heart told me I had to find out. I went with Hima straight to the doctor's office. He had a window so we decided to take a peek. When we looked, it seemed he said something, but the worst thing to that was Aunt Hinata breaking in tears. At that moment I finally knew. I finally understood. He wasn't going to come out of that door. He wasn't ever gonna be here with me anymore. I fell on my knees, pain taking control of my body. My mum saw me and came to hug me. I felt how my entire world just fell on me, how everything I ever knew was gone. What hurt more is that I only realized how important he was to me now, when he's no more. I felt regret. Pain. Suffering. All the pack. Those words I told him in the car. My last words to him. Hurting him. Wishing him to die. This wasn't okay. This could never be okay. Such harsh words. Such deep cuts made by them. I caused him pain in his last moment.

"It's okay, honey.... Let it out..... Let the pain out." My mum said, kissing my head softly.

I couldn't keep it inside me anymore. I screamed and yelled, holding my hands to my chest, crying. All those memories of him filled my mind. But what was the point? He's gone. It's not like I'll ever make beautiful memories with him anymore. He's gone. I have to forget him and move on. He's gone...... And it's all my fault.

People would hear our story. But they wouldn't think of us as friend. They wouldn't think of the story as a love story. They would only feel bad and say

This was an unlucky love.

|~THE END~|

HELLO EVERYONE! (I POSTED IT FASTER, SORRY FOR THIS-)
If I made y'all cry I'm sorry, but I have an indescribable love for angsty stories. And I planned that it would end this way for a very long time. Thanks for all your support and see you on the next story! (That's if I find motivation and ideas-)