rewrite our love (rewrite completed)

Part 2

RAYA

The Brits were really something else, -to have a winter as unyielding as this. I watched the agonizingly slow blink of the traffic light, willing it to reveal a blinking green light.
In the inevitably dull and uneventful life of a country's representative, i had stumbled upon the opportunity for a "politics-related affair" that required me to haul myself halfway across the world and meet Edward (aka England). In the rush of a moment, i had recklessly volunteered to go.
Now, standing under the accursed weather of Europe,(where i was half-sure my feet were already frozen to the ground) I was ready to bang my head on the nearest wall avaliable.
As if an attempt to mock me, my phone dinged, alerting me of a message.
Dragging out my phone from where it nestled deep within my jacket, a bright picture of (indonesia) flashed across my screen, his face in a wide cheshire grin, with the caption : "WE'RE MISSING YOU!! SENDIN SUNNY SKIES YOUR WAY"
For a moment, i felt warmth engulf my body.
Sending sunny skies? I scoffed, even us country representatives can't do that.
His optimism has always been well-timed, its starting to get uncanny how well his timing is. I've got to make time to ask him how he does it when i get back.
Ah, the traffic light ought to have turned by now-

The traffic light blinked impassively back at me. Its display screen a stoic red.
Sighing, I slumped against the traffic pole.
Is it possible for traffic lights to have personal vendettas?
Checking my phone again, the date shone back at me, the letters as clear as day.
"9th August, 2023"
There it was, my second reason for this trip. Till now, Im unsure why i felt the need to leave, why, just why would i still care about something that has happened more than half a century ago?
People come and go; its incredibly natural.
As I watched hordes of people mumble down the cobbled streets of London, a suffocating sense of nausea fell over me.
Its not as if we were a pair of star crossed lovers, ive just been overreacting from the very start.

A ding sounded from the traffic pole, a reminder that it had finally chosen to let me pass.

Pushing myself off the pole,i made a mental note to never take this route again. As i waited for my fatigued eyes to adjust to the road ahead of me, my attention was pulled to a certain very familiar silhouette. Tall, well-built and covered in layers of jackets, the stranger felt familiar.
If i had not already wasted away in meetings after meetings during the day, perhaps I would have been able to think faster.
My tired gaze continued to roam around this stranger, my mind racing to come up with a singular memory where he appeared familiar in.

A horn. A loud, unwelcome blast to my eardrums. My eyes tore away, landing on a car making an uncontrollable break for the stranger. A red car, with bright, unwelcome light glaring from its headlights.
Its not going to stop.
My eyes turned back to the stranger, now wide in panic.
He carried himself eloquently, remaining blissfully unaware. The headlights cast a warning glow on his face, highlighting his features I had struggled so hard to
discern..

Ah.
It was Wei.

My body made its move before I could think.
I scrambled desperately towards his figure,my heart lit ablaze with a horror rarely felt. I willed my throat to make any, any kind of warning. By some miracle, i was still able to make a mad dash for the unsuspecting man, knocking him aside with strength previously unpossesed.

A thud, followed by a flash or red embracing my body.

Then, as I re entered my body, a pain. A sharp pain running all through my body, Spearing through every single surface there was on me. The world turned sideways on me, my eyes now a parallel to the skies.
A warm sensation pooling at the side of my face.
Ah, it was getting harder to breathe, why couldn't I breathe?
An alarmed cry. A screech. A creeping darkness.