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The blood was
seeping out of his wound, as he lied on the floor, his head on
Allys’ knees, wounded, looking up tiredly at her, looking up
blankly at her.
“John, you
idiot…” Was all that she could say, tears coming out of her,
trying hard not to sob, trying hard not to give up on him,
because that would just be so easy. “Damn it, where were you,
John? Where were you?”
Looking up at
her, he kind of smiled, and kind of looked faded away. “You’re
not wearing any make-up.” He faintly chuckled at this.
“I’m sorry,
John, I’m sorry.” She sobbed, trying to make up for what she
did. “Damn it, those bastards were following us. I thought we
had lost them…”
“They knew
you’d take them to me.” He smiled still, weakly, chuckling a
little. “It was the natural thing for them to do.”
“I’m sorry, I
didn’t know.” The tears were coming, and yes, they weren’t going
to stop anytime soon. Allys knew this already. “Damn those
bastards!” She screamed, yet that would accomplish nothing.
John’s eyes
slowly closed, looking up at her, looking up at the skies.
“John, John?
Can you hear me?” She asked, as his eyes closed more and more.
“John, stay with me.” Looking up frantically, she yelled at her
friend, she yelled at anyone who would listen to her. “Toni,
help me get him into the car! We have to get him to a hospital.”
His eyes were
now closed, his body no longer tense with pain, relaxed, fine.
“John, don’t
close your eyes. Don’t close your eyes, John!”
She could yell
all that she wanted, yet it wouldn’t make a difference at this
moment.
And even when
she found him, it was still too late. It would have been better
if she didn’t start at all.
His closed
eyes, his slightly parted lips, his hair waving, dancing in the
wind. This will all be gone soon.
This is how the
story ends, this is how he was lost away.
Fifteen
minutes into the future. |
