the genius' first love

14 love aftershock

efore I was even completely aware of what was happening, I was horrified to see a body sprawled across the sidewalk.

I was transfixed with shock for a second or two.

Is that the beast?

The man was in a coach's uniform lying unconscious, his face and shirt was covered with blood coursing from the open wound on his head.

'Nooooo!' I screamed in my head as I covered my mouth with my trembling hands.

Our love story has not started yet and now it is ending? Tragically? This can't be!

People started to gather around the motionless body making me lost sight of it from where I was standing. With my body shaking and my heart beating a million times a minute, I managed to run toward the most horrible scene of my life.

"Excuse me" I cried picking my way through the crowd of people bigger than me. My normal pale face had gone as white as a tissue paper, and I was breathing hard.

"Miss, do you know this man?"

I nodded with tears running down from my eyes.

They all made a way for me, a minute after, I found myself on my knees at the beast's side looking completely horrified.

Hey beast, don't leave me yet.

I still want to date you.

I still want to have many unusual encounters with you.

I still want more kisses from you.

I still want to see you. Always.

◘--Flashback--◘

" The fifth and the last. If you will not be able to see him, you will surely cry our out of loneliness. That's it bow."

◘------End-----◘

Coach's last sign from yesterday echoed in my ears. I panicked over the thought of it. I looked at the man beside me. His chest was not moving— he was not breathing anymore! He was unconscious, or dead I think— oh please not yet! His shirt was torn right trough.

"The ambulance is coming" Someone standing few feet away shouted.

I needed to embraced him and begged him not to die. He might somehow listen to me right now. I was already considering whipping off my own shirt to use as a bandage when I noticed the ocean of blood splattered across the whole scene.

"Blood" I mumbled, terrified.

My hemophobia came in gushing to my nerves shifting my whole focus from the accident to my innate fear. Yes, I'm afraid of blood!

I dazed over a nightmare where I saw myself in a pool of blood.

"WAAAAHH" I ran knee-jerk away from the dreadful scene.

"Miss wait, we still need your stateme—" Someone called me over me but I'm way too horrified to heed their request.

I ran, farther and farther away from the scene of the crime. Perhaps by exhaustion or body thirst, after few minutes of running, I felt my aching legs that made me withdrew to a sidewalk in the middle of nowhere.

I sat there on one corner, hands on my knees sobbing wildly.

"I'm really sorry beast, I'm such a coward"

He needed me right now but how could I fight over my blood phobia? How tragic was his fate. He was such a promising youngster, I even considered him as one of the best assets of mankind. I also thought of how unfortunate our love story had been. How could it ended suddenly by his demise?