【Original】The Forgotten Lights

----Chapter 32

*Siha's POV*

As Hansol got into the truck, I felt a slight pang of betrayal. Did he care for us anymore? Although, he did mouth the words 'I'm Sorry'. So I guess that's okay then. Suddenly a shower of bullets were penetrating the tin barrels beside myself and Kris. Then before I could run, a sharp pain burst through my back. Then another. And another. I screamed as the last one hit me. Was this the end for me? My vision and hearing was fading slowly. It was becoming blurred and I heard Kris screaming. No... Then, I suddenly was being carried to a truck. Then, I was lying down. I looked up into Kris' eyes. It was going to end like this. I knew my end was coming. "D-Don't... w-worry.... Ab-bout m-me.... Kris..." I muttered. I hope he heard that, and didn't think of it as mumbling. I hope he heard it. He needed to be with Hansol now. I was to be with Ryeowook. And my mother. And my sister. I began to cry slightly, as my hearing came back for a quick moment. Kris was crying. He was crying loudly. He was the only family I had. He and Hansol. I'll miss the little guy. Then, I saw faded pictures of my family. My mother. My sister. Ryeowook. Kris. Hansol. Jungkook. Taeil. Over and over. Is this what dying felt like? I realised Kris hadn't stopped crying. My vision was fading some more, and becoming blurry. So I opened my mouth to say something to Kris, but instead I closed my eyes, and my world went black. 'Sorry, Kris.'

*Kris' POV*

I was crying loudly, and holding him close to me. "I can't let you die, Siha." I sobbed, as I tied the jacket to Siha's torso. I hoped it wasn't too late. I was crying loudly. The others in the truck were staring at me. Of course they were. I am their leader. I never cry. I didn't even act like this when Hansol almost died... At least I don't think I did. "It'll be okay, Siha." I sobbed. I wasn't going to let him die. I couldn't live with myself. I almost got Hansol killed. He went missing because of me. He probably hates me. Siha might die, and it's all my fault. My father shot Hansol because I went out of the base. It was probably because of me that the enemy was here. Hansol even left us behind, I didn't hear what he said when he left. Then again, I left Hansol alone. I left him behind once. When I realised that Siha had closed his eyes, I was crying more. "Siha?" I cried. He can't be dead. "Siha?!" I cried again. Don't be dead. "Siha!!" I cried again, but loudly. He was gone. I shook his shoulders slightly. "Siha!!!" I cried again. I kept crying his name. Over and over. He didn't wake up. He was gone. I was alone. I began to sob quietly to myself, as I held Siha's lifeless body in my arms. "I'm sorry, Siha..." I sobbed quietly over and over. Is this how I was going to end? Was I going to die like this? In someone's arms? With bullets in my back? I began to sob some more. "Siha..." I muttered. He was gone.