Jenny's Perspective
"Jenny, I don't think I'll survive. I'm losing lots and lots of blood and I can't even move. I feel as if there's liquid in my lungs and my eye sight seems foggy." Namjoon said quietly.
There was blood covering my eye and I couldn't see anything from it. I wanted to answer Namjoon. Say something to him, but I didn't even have the force to open my mouth. He must have noticed something because he spoke once again.
"Jenny, though we are high school students, it doesn't mean we don't know what love is. I spent multiple days with you. Whether they be in a class room or surrounded by six other guys, they were precious to me. I felt as if I knew you my whole life. I felt an emptiness inside me when you weren't there by my side. I felt as if I couldn't survive if you just left. It was as if you had control over me and all of my emotions. I love you. And I want to keep loving you. This accident seems like it's terrible. But only because it is. By the looks of it, we have very little chance of surviving. But don't worry Jenny, we'll be together in our next lives, One Day. And we'll keep loving each other, One Day."
Tears mixed in with the blood around my eyes. I wasn't ready to leave this world, not yet. But his promise just made easier to get it through my head. We weren't going to survive, but we will have a second chance in our next lives. A second chance where we could love each other to any extent.
Namjoon's heavy breathing that could be heard above the rain was coming out in short raspy breathes. I closed my eyes because of the salty tears when suddenly I didn't hear his raspy breathes anymore. Tears escaped my eyes even faster and in bigger drops. He was officially gone. It was my turn, now. My turn to leave. I slowed down my breathing and stopped putting in the effort. I officially gave up on life.
Haru's Perspective
By now we were in the car heading, well in reality we didn't know where we were heading. We just wanted to see with our own eyes. We wanted to make sure it wasn't them. We needed to reassure ourselves that our Jenny was alive and well.
An ambulance quickly sped past us, turning to the left at the intersection ahead.
"Do you think we should follow it?" Jenny's mother asked me with her soft voice. It was the first thing she said since we left the house.
"Let's follow it." I said while stepping on the gas pedal.
Sure enough when we turned on the intersection there were two wrecked cars. One was flipped upside down and the other was upright but wasn't even on the road anymore.
The rain and the flashing lights of the ambulance mixed in with dozens of news reporting vans made the scene seem as if it came straight out of a movie. I wasn't ready to see the sight, but I wasn't even sure it was Namjoon's car.
Before I could say anything Jenny's mother climbed out of my car and ran towards the closest wrecked car. She came across the flipped car. She collapsed in the paved road next to the car. It couldn't be them. They couldn't be hurt. They couldn't have crashed.
Tears escaped my eyes and I climbed out of the car as well. I ran towards the flipped car that resembled Namjoon's car the closer I got.
Stood next to Jenny's mother and took a look inside the car. I didn't even glance for half a second before the tears raced down my cheeks.
The black dress. The long black hair. The natural makeup worn on her pale skin.
This was Jenny.
But she wasn't moving. Her chest was still. It wasn't rising up. She couldn't be gone. I won't allow. It's not her time yet.
"Excuse me. Do you two have any relationship with the victims?" A paramedic asked, drawing me out of my thoughts.
"Yes, we're family with the female." I croaked out between tears.
"We're sorry to inform you, but the victims are dead, the both of them."
At the statement, her mother began sobbing uncontrollably. It wasn't fair. She was too young. She was 18. She had a whole life ahead of her. She didn't deserve to go this way.
I may not know Namjoon well enough, but I know he's an innocent person. None of them deserved to die. Not now. Not here. And certainly not this way. It's not fair. They were children. They had years to come. They haven't even graduated from high school yet. How could the world be so cruel?
I curled up to Jenny's mother and just cried with her. We cried and cried until we had no more tears to shed. We cried for hours, but we never moved from beside the car. We stayed there, even when the sun came up. Just looked at the lifeless body of two people who were just trying to have fun made me sick to my stomach.
Jenny's mom is going to have such a hard time. She doesn't have anyone else for her.
"I'm sorry, but the two of you are going to have to move." An officer said to us.
We slowly looked up to him. With our dark bags from lack of sleep, blood shot eyes, and tear stained cheeks we silently pleaded him not to separate us from our Jenny. But we moved anyway, because we knew we had to.
