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His eyes snapped wide open.
He looked around with unsettlement surrounding his senses, his own sweat making his clothes stick to his skin. When he realised he could still breathe and look around, Changkyun sighed out of relief. He was alive, somehow. Apparently, that bus had just missed him by a hair. Maybe the panic and adrenaline coursing through his veins is the reason why his whole body hurts?
"-un!"
Was someone calling his name? It seemed like it, but the sound was just faint enough that he couldn't trust his own ears.
"-ngkyun!"
It seemed a bit clearer now, and it sounded like [Name], now that he thought about it. He looked to his left, and-
Oh, fuck.
There lay him, he supposed, laying on the ground. Blood was gushing out of every surface of his skin, and if he looked closer, he knew some bones of his were sticking out of his body. He could handle gore from time to time, but knowing that it was him that had all this on display made his stomach churn and want to throw up, if he even could.
He instantly looked at [Name]'s directions, because God knows she couldn't handle even the sight of a paper-cut on him without being just the slightest bit squeamish. True to his thoughts, she was bawling her eyes out and despite her own fear of blood and gore, reaching out for Changkyun -the physical Changkyun, the one she can actually see- and waited for him to just sneak a peek at her state and just exclaim that she was pranked hard. He wasn't like that, though, and she knew that he wasn't.
"Changkyun! Changkyun! Please, breathe, please!" Her breath hitched every few seconds, clutching onto his clothes with despair. "Wake up! Wake up, please!" Despite her being the one telling him to wake up, Changkyun knew that deep down, she was the one who wanted to wake up from this hellish nightmare. However, reality is the worst nightmare, and you can't really wake up from it. She rested her head on his chest, hoping on a miracle that she could feel his heartbeat as well as using his clothes to soak up her tears. Changkyun tentatively walked to her and attempted to pat her back, but his hand went completely through her back when he tried. He retracted his hand immediately, worried that he might've hurt [Name] in any way, but by the way that she wasn't even fazed, she probably didn't even feel anything at all.
Well, anything that isn't misery, sorrow, and every synonym for torment that exists.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, we're going to have to take him to the hospital, please let go of him," Someone drew her attention to him, and a team of people from behind him placed Changkyun's body on- Something, he didn't know what the name was. A bed with borders around them and wheels to allow for easy movement, they then wheeled him into the inside of an ambulance. Someone called for an ambulance in the midst of all of this, but it was useless. Well, obviously, since Changkyun, ghost Changkyun, was seeing the whole scene unfold.
"No! NO!" [Name] refused to let go and thrashed around as other people tried to separate them. "Changkyun!"
She reached out for the body, holding the border of the bed. “I won’t let go of you!”
Changkyun sighed, wistful showing in his eyes. She will have to, at some point.
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Time went by for a few days, and here they are. A name and the dates of his lifetime was etched onto a gravestone, but the very sight of that gravestone was still hard to believe. For his friends, his family, and of course, her.
[Name] knew not to blame the hospital, they didn’t do anything wrong and she knew Changkyun’s fate was sealed by the time he got hit by that truck, that damn truck, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her breath hitched, and before she knew it, tears fell down her cheeks yet again.
Kihyun noticed her failing efforts to be quiet and tried his best to comfort her by pulling her in for a hug. Despite the intense feeling of dread hanging around in the air, Changkyun’s entire group of friends managed to arrive, all bringing either a bouquet of lilies or white carnations, but they all displayed a mourning expression.
Changkyun looked at the scenery in front of him not by his will. He wondered what it would be like to be able to be heard already, because if he could be heard, he’d give some kind of message for the rest of them.
But he couldn’t.
And now, the process begins.
For all of them, of course, but he’s more worried about [Name]’s time than anyone else’s.