I lie here in the rain, in the draughts, not thinking of the times we had together. I'm dead, away from the world, my spirit not on the Earth, not in Heaven. My spirit is broken. It's irreversible. Once, I confessed my love, but your eyes were fixated on another man—Demetrius. In your eyes, I was a decoration, just part of the background. Even now, I can see you crying over him. His hospital room is clean and neat, with an azure vase filled with white chrysanthemums. Your favourite flower. The cars came straight on, never stopping. At that cross-junction, him and you were crossing. I rushed to save you. Both of us were hit—but only he was saved by you. You brought him to the nearest hospital. I wasn't. I saved you, but you never saved me. That's why, right now, I lie on the road, blood on my face and body. The leather jacket you gave me just to trick me, to string me along, it's all blood-stained now. The cars are passing by, not helping. Drivers hurrying home, to dinner, to a happy family. Something I'll never have. This is a sweet sacrifice. --- One-shot. The main character is named Lysander. Hint much? For those who have never watched it/heard of it,the male characters are from A Midsummer Night's Dream.
I sigh as I look at you,half of your face disfigured. Oh, Demetrius, why couldn't you have walked slower? Lysander... He saved me. I feel terrible for not saving him, but... At least Demetrius is alive. No. Why should I care? It was Lysander's fault. He rushed to save me like a fool. I never wished for him to do that. But then again... I could have saved both of them, but I only saved Demetrius... Why do I feel an ache in my heart? --- Sorry it's so short... Team Lysander? OR Team Demetrius?