۫꣑ৎ "I wish you were a girl," ˖⋆࿐໋

- Incident ☆

Sahal's POV:

Two weeks had passed since I had confessed my feelings to Reza, and the silence between us was growing louder. I anxiously waited for any sign from him, but none came. I found myself consumed by worry and doubt, hoping that he would reach out soon.

Then, one afternoon, as I was walking home from school, I heard a horrifying screech followed by a violent crash. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to see a scene that made my blood run cold-Reza's car had collided with another vehicle at the busy intersection.

My legs felt paralyzed, but I forced myself to run toward the wreckage. Amidst the chaos, I saw Reza's car crumpled and smoke rising from the engine. I saw Reza slumped over the wheel, his face barely visible through the shattered windshield.

"Reza!" I screamed, my voice breaking with panic. I could see the blood, the twisted metal, and the frantic movements of people around. The paramedics arrived quickly, and as they worked to extract Reza from the wreckage, I stood there helpless, my heart racing with fear.

The ambulance sped away with Reza inside, and I was left standing alone, numb and shaken. I tried to call his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. I waited anxiously at the hospital, my hands trembling as I paced the waiting room.

Reza's POV:

I woke up in a haze of pain and disorientation. My body felt like it was being pulled apart. As I opened my eyes, I saw blurry figures around me-doctors and nurses. I tried to speak, but no words came out. The pain in my chest was excruciating, and every movement felt like a battle.

The last thing I remember was the sun blinding me and then-nothing. My vision began to clear, and I saw my mother's tearful face hovering above me. I tried to reach out, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive.

"Reza," my mother's voice cracked. "You're awake, thank God."

I tried to ask about Sahal, but my voice was too weak. I could see the worry in my mother's eyes as she glanced at the doctors. I tried to piece together what had happened, but my thoughts were jumbled and incoherent.

Sahal's POV:

Hours passed in the waiting room, each minute stretching longer than the last. I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my own anxiety. I wanted to see Reza, to be there for him, but the uncertainty was unbearable.

When the doctor finally approached, his face was grave. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "Reza sustained severe injuries. Despite our efforts, the damage was too extensive. I'm afraid he didn't make it."

The world around me spun, and my knees buckled as I sank into a nearby chair. The words felt like a punch to the gut, leaving me gasping for breath. I wanted to scream, to deny what I had just heard.

Reza's POV:

I could hear muffled voices, but the pain was becoming overwhelming. I felt myself slipping away, the world fading to black. I could barely distinguish the sounds around me-distant cries, the beeping of machines. It all grew quieter until there was only an oppressive silence.

My last thoughts were of Sahal. The regret of not having been able to resolve things with him, the ache of knowing I'd left things unfinished, was almost unbearable. If only I had been more honest with him, if only I had had the chance to make things right.

Sahal's POV:

When I was finally allowed to see Reza, the sight of his lifeless body was more than I could bear. I stood there, paralyzed with grief, as reality crashed down on me. I'd lost him, and I hadn't even had the chance to make amends. The guilt and sorrow overwhelmed me.

The days that followed were a blur of mourning. I couldn't shake the image of Reza's accident from my mind, nor the weight of the words I had left unsaid. The world felt unbearably cold and empty without him.