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i lay on the road, my eyes still blinded by tears, the fog, and the strange light.

i begin to hear yelling, and although i try my hardest, i can't understand what they're saying.

i slowly raise my head, only to scream in sharp pain before falling back down, my eyes watering even more, and a tear tracing my face.

i then found it hard to breathe, and feel absolutely exhausted. i feel my head start to spin, and realize that i had to rest.

so i shut my eyes. except when i do, i feel a hand hold onto mine. and despite my blurry vision, when i open my eyes, i can tell that he was the only holding my hand.

he whispers to me, and although im sure they're sweet things, the pain my my head, chest, and ringing in my ears don't allow me to hear what he's saying.

so i just smile to him, and trying my hardest, i croak out that i was extremely tired, and that i needed to rest.

he didn't like that idea.

i try to pinpoint who the second person hovering above me was, but no matter hard i tried, i had no clue who he was, or who he was on the phone with.

i shut my eyes once again, exhausted, before being tapped awake again. I raise my hand to slap him playfully, but after raising it to eye level, i notice my arm was covered with red dye.

that's when i realized that it was no red dye, but instead blood.

i try my best to ask him what's wrong, but he shushes me before i can.

it was getting harder to breathe.

i begin to hear sirens, and although im not sure what happened, i had an awful feeling that they were for me.

he begins to speak to me, and once again when i try to ask him what was wrong, he stops me.

that's when i whisper that i hated him. three simple words, yet they were the wrong three words.

he ignores me, although i can see the hurt in his eyes as the sirens become louder.

that's when i focus on the sky, and although the fog was awfully thick, it seemed to make a clear pathway for me to see. the stars were out again, which caused me to smile inside.

that's when i realize that this going away party, this last time i would see him in a while, ended up switching around on us. it wasn't me who would never see him. it was him who would never see me.

and as i stare at the sky, gazing at the stars, i had been finally granted one wish.

i had fallen into slumber as i looked at the night sky, gazing at the stars, my pained body now at peace.

and as i slowly shut my eyes, one thing had become clear.

the countdown was now over.