Summer was coming, and the excitement of the very anticipated season only doubled up for one sole reason.
"Two weeks. I'm getting married in two weeks," he announced loudly with a wide, goofy grin on his face, making all his co-workers in the room snort and laugh at the same time. The happiness in him only radiated, and everyone around him, everyone that knew him, felt nothing but the same expression. Happiness, genuine happiness. This man was getting married, and these people around him, these people that had been in his life for the past few years, were all proud of him and happy at the same time.
He went off work a bit early to pick up a cake for his family. Today he was visiting his mother and his siblings just outside New York, and he would be staying there for a week before returning to his fiancée's apartment in New York and waiting for the wedding day to come.
There was nothing in his mind but the images of her face, of the ring on her finger, and the church they were going to get married at. He was happy, he was giddy, his stomach was bubbling with this weird sensation, and his chest felt like it was going to burst into flames anytime soon.
He put the box of the cake safely on the passenger's seat before getting into his car and driving away. The happy mood hadn't lifted off just yet, and he was still humming happy songs to himself during the drive. He drove slowly, carefully, looking out to the right and to the left before crossing an intersection or turning into a road.
The night was getting darker though, and he was a little been tired from all the work he'd done today. True, he was getting off early, but that only meant that he had to double the work earlier today. He started to feel the exhaustion rolling through his body, making his eyelids almost drop every once in a while. He shook his head each time, waking up himself.
He reached out, glancing at the radio before turning it. He switched until he found the right station, a good music to listen to that would keep him awake. A loud, Daughtry song just came out when a blinding light suddenly shot out from his left, catching him off guard.
Everything happened so fast then. He couldn't see anything-the light was literally blinding him-but he could feel something hitting his side of the car hard, making the car swerve around in the road before it finally stopped after crashing into another car in his right. The area where his feet were stuck was getting a little tighter than he would like, and he could hear the sound of glasses breaking. His head was thrown around from the sudden motion, jerking forward and backward and to his side, hitting a lot of things that he couldn't even bother to mention. The sudden jerk of the car made him almost leap forward and out of the front window if the seatbelt didn't keep him in place. Sadly, the seatbelt only hurt his chest, probably crushing his ribs from how hard the jerking was.
His head hung and blood was trickling down his face. He groaned because everything hurt. He couldn't breathe, not with his injured ribs. He couldn't feel his legs. His head felt like it was going to explode, and the pain was just unbearable. The only part of body he could move was his right arm, flailing weakly to grasp anything, anything that he could reach.
He tried to open his eyes, but everything was blurry. His ears were ringing and it only intensified the pain. But somehow, the pain was only the last thing in his mind.
"Clara," he croaked weakly. "Clara."
His arm kept wandering to his right, his hand trying to find anything. He touched the cake box, still somehow sat there unharmed, and finally he reached his phone.
His numb thumb frantically dialed 9-1-1, and soon a woman's voice shot out through the ringing in his ears. He tried to bring the phone as close as he could to his lips.
"Car crash... somewhere in New York, just trace th-the GPS or something... anything... help... can't feel-can't feel my legs... hurts," he moaned, not waiting for the lady to say anything before ending the call. He needed to do something before he finally lost his consciousness. Had to do something before he was completely gone.
No, you won't be gone, the voice in his head yelled almost desperately. You'll pull through this.
His head was dizzy, and he couldn't remember what he was typing or what he was doing with his phone. All he could see was her face, her smile, the wedding dress he wasn't supposed to take a peek of, and the way her fingers so beautifully and so perfectly fit in his. It all came into his mind like flashes, cutting into another scene fast as a thunder, dizzying his head and clogging his throat with tears.
He tried to fight, he really did. But the exhaustion got the best of him, and he reluctantly give in to the darkness. He was too tired, too tired, way too tired. He let his eyes close, let his shallow breaths slow down even though he never wanted to.
"Clara, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
He heard a faint sound of siren so far in the distance. But it was there, he could hear it.
And then just like that, everything stopped.
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i'm so sorry.
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