Him

Epilogue:

[The real prologue]

"Thanks for driving me home, Yaran ge."

"You shouldn't drink too much. It's not good for your stomach."

"I'm not drunk. I only had a shot of Tequila."

"Any source of alcohol in your system makes it a bad idea for you to drive. We're not taking any chances. I drank tea just in case, so you could have your Tequila."

A bashful smile lifted the corners of Bayne's flushed cheeks. "Yaran ge..."

"Yeah?"

"I have to confess something to you."

Yaran took a quick glance over at his crush before averting his attention back to the road. "What is it?" His heart thumped in anticipation. Maybe, he feels the same way about me as I feel about him.

Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, Bayne gulped. "I..."

A sudden flash of headlights blinded Yaran's sight as a truck swerved into their lane. His eyes widened from the shock when he made a split second decision to steer his black jeep away; or at least to the side where he would take full impact of the unavoidable collision. He snapped off his seat belt and immediately hovered over Bayne. Soon, everything faded.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline leaking from the ruptured tanks. Yaran opened his eyes one last time to see his beloved Bayne, who had blood washing down his forehead. Unable to move, Yaran furrowed his brows in pain as tears mingled with his own bloody face.

What were you going to tell me, Bayne? I was planning to tell you tonight that I...love you.

~The End~ August 31, 2018