My Only Hero

A/N: So, I'm just in the airplane on a flight to the US, writing a new chapter for Paper Roses (Still in progress till now hahaha...) and I lost inspiration. I found this story and decided to improve it~ Enjoy!!

I wake up to the annoying sound of the cicadas outside who marked summer. I see the ceiling above me, my head ached. Groggily sitting up, I strain my eyes to look at the burning sun, high up in the sky outside the window.

I turn to the ticking clock on the wall, "It's half past twelve noon. The weather's... Acceptable."

My thoughts remain jumbled up but one thing is for sure. I'm thinking about him.

I stand and get dressed, only Arthur on my mind. I'm going to see him, I decided.

I walked outside under the blazing heat. The hot concrete burned my feet. Sweat dripped down my face, hitting the ground every now and then. My heavy breaths pulled me down. Just some things I'd do to see that boy.

There, he sat on a swing in the park, stroking the fur of a black cat. His expression was peaceful and his smile made his aura feel like home. It made my heart flutter.

I sat next to him, mumbling, "Good afternoon." A smile is what he gave me along with a greeting.

We chatted as the sun's heat beat on our backs. I gripped the swing's chain, breathing quite heavily, "I think I hate summer..."

Arthur leans in forward to take a look at my face, chuckling lightly, "Whenever I'm with you, it feels like this rotting world we live in turns into something much more beautiful and peaceful because... You're my hero."

"Don't you feel the same?"

I looked down, my heart skipped a beat. He cared for me so much. As if I were his only happiness, he pointed all his smiles to me.

As our chatter went on under the blazing heat, I started to feel like summer isn't such a bad thing. Things were going to take a swift and sudden change without any of us knowing it.

Suddenly everything spun out of control.

The cat jumped of his lap and fled towards the road. Arthur took off, chasing it. Just when he had reached the middle of the street, the light turned red.

My feet couldn't take me far enough to save him.

My shaking hands were cold, decorated red. In that time, my thoughts had gone blank. My body didn't seem to understand, I really wanted to cry so, why couldn't I?

Why did this have to happen?

I couldn't speak for my mouth found no reason to. Even if my mind had too much to scream out in despair.

This is so unfair.

I suddenly broke to pieces in the crimson coated scene of the story. His blood and his scent, oh, what a pitiful blend. My heavy breathing and the loud beating of my heart rang in my ears. I lost sight of everything. It was only the lifeless body of Arthur Kirkland, lying on the street, that was clear in sight.

And so I wondered...

"Is this a lie? A fake? A cruel joke?"

How I wished it was. A man's silhouette standing by the street said otherwise.

"It is no lie, young man." He snickered, looking down on Arthur. I just knew his words were pointing at me. Taking a look at me from the corner of his eye, he smirked.

There were far too many harsh words I wanted to throw at him but everything faded to black before my mouth could let a word slip out.

I shot up on my bed, beaded with sweat. My breaths were quick and heavy. My heart was racing. So, it was a dream. No matter how real it felt.