It has happened, the future I wished that would never happen. I hoped time could stop, exactly at this moment, when I'm holding a phone to my ear—and hear the words as if my nightmare has haunted me.

"I'm sorry, he...couldn't make it. We did our very best.. We are so sorry."

Simple words that coldly pierce through, not just my heart, but everywhere in my body where blood runs through. And I feel it draining out my brain as it forms a puddle to where I'm standing. But it's my imagination, and I feel like I'm passing out.

My hands dropped, as my whole body threatened to as well. Like a puppet in strings that was thrown to the ground, though the puppeteer forces me right up—to run right at the pouring rain and get to where he was. I couldn't handle it.

Winter approaches as the breeze passes, I can't imagine you in my arms as cold as the wind. It's so terrifying that it puts me into tears. Running and weeping, looking so pathetic, yet I couldn't care less.

Memories resurface, and I never realized how much they mean to me. The only thing warm is the tears that drips down, blending with the water beneath, and the non-existent red pool that follows me wherever. Trailing behind, that seems like a countdown that's about to run out.

The closer I got, the more out of breath I became, dangerous it was, but I couldn't stop. If I did, who knows what might happen, I might never see you again. Faint street lights that burn my vision and cars that slowly pass through. The hospital building became gradually clear, instead of a blurry figure in my eyes.

Pushing my way to the door and running to your room like my whole life depended on it. There I saw you, a small glimpse, just as your whole body was covered in a white sheet.

It's unfair, isn't it? To them, you're nothing but a person who died, but to me... To me... You were everything. Now, you're just being covered up, who was planned to be hidden away. In hopes that those who remember you will mourn.

There I finally break, I drop, and my vision goes dark. Maybe it's alright if I followed you too. But it's impossible to let that happen. I just wished that if I woke up, you would be right there beside me—all healthy and happy.

Where your smile brightens my day, and your laugh that echoes in my head, the words you say that makes me reassured, and the embrace that makes it seem the whole world has stopped.

I'm going to miss it.

And I'm going to miss you.

Please don't leave me behind.