Goodbye

TW: Death, blood

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I wonder how I am still alive; how I haven’t ed on. Something in me is a little more angry about this than it should be. It should’ve been him who survived this wreck. Though, for some reason, he chose to save me.

As I lay in the tall, bloody grass, I find myself tearing up. By this, I am confused, for these tears aren’t out of the happiness that forms from survival or the sadness of grief, but laughter. I’m… laughing.

But why? There’s nothing to laugh at. Nothing to laugh at but myself and my stupidity. Am I happy that I survived? Is that why I’m laughing?

My body moves faster than my brain does; it always has. So, I find myself both laughing and standing, or more attempting to, for my muscles are weary and unforgiving of my actions.

I do not understand. I don’t feel myself attempting to stand or my aching muscles, but I do not pay any mind to it.

Then, I see him. His clothes are torn and his everlasting smile nowhere to be seen. He’s searching for me. Something made me not call out to him. Maybe it was my sore throat. Maybe it was my past self wanting to play a rather short game of hide and seek.

He looked in my direction. He found me, finally. Though, I find it rather odd that he’s looking at the ground instead of me. Tears well up in his eyes and he begins running towards me. I sigh a sigh of relief, only to feel a liquid drip from my eyes; more tears. Probably out of happiness.

He drops to his knees when he arrives, staring at something other than me. Once more, I am confused. I look only when he calls out my name. On the ground is… me. My lifeless body both bloody and bruised.

I hear him curse. He can’t accept the fact I’m gone, and frankly, neither can I. I drop to my knees as well. I encase his face in my hands, caressing his cheek. If only he could do that to me one last time.

Over his shoulder, I see a hooded figure, and I recognize him immediately; the Grim Reaper.

”I assume you’re aware of your situation?” he asks softly. I simply nod. “Can I say goodbye at least?” It was his turn to nod. So, while he is hugging my corpse, I bid my farewell to my beloved.

”Thank you for promising me the world though I have to leave it right after. I hope you can forgive me.”

”Goodbye, my dear”