Boboiboy's Short Stories

SHORT TWO (My world)

A moment. 

It's just a fleeting moment. 

But he lost his world in that short moment. 

"FANG!" his hand reached out to him. 

But it's too late. The bullet reached him faster than his hand did. 

The blood gushed out faster than anything. 

He approached that motionless body slowly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO NO NO NO" 

"THIS CAN'T BE!," he said, starting to run towards that bloody body.

"NO NO NO FANG!"

A moment is all it takes. 

To see his world collapse. 

But it is also that one moment all he needs to make the whole thing right. 

A moment that he cannot afford to lose. 

But he lost it. 

Regrettably. 

No. 

Words such as regret cannot express the feelings he has now. 

How spiteful fate is.

Now he watched him lay on his lap, taking his last breath.

And there was nothing he could do. 

If only fate allows it, he is more than willing to trade his life with him. 

"Boboiboy," said that breathless voice. 

"Hmm," he managed to squeeze a reply out of his mouth. 

"Good night," his world bids him sweet dreams. 

Oh, how much he wishes this could be only a horrible dream. 

A terrible nightmare. 

Fang. 

My friend. 

My comrade. 

My world. 

"Hmm, have a nice dream, Fang." he wished upon him.  

The sky starts crying along with him, with an already cold body beside him.