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I heard Jaemin's torn voice screaming my name, far away, almost like an echo, and a horn.
The deafening sound and the light disoriented me, what I felt next was the urge to vomit, and the painful sensation that my skin was being ripped off. That pain wass excruciating. I closed my eyes and screamed, I screamed so loudly that I felt my vocal cords irreparably damaging.
Suddenly the pain stopped.
I opened my eyes with a chill. In front of me, my best was dragging my body to one side of the road.
I saw him whisper my name but I didn't hear anything, I was still disoriented.
The first thing that I perceived was the sound of rapid footsteps and heavy breathing, approaching me.
A truck was parked a few meters further on the route, and the driver was now running to Jaemin with his phone in hand.
Jaemin was crying, repeating my name over and over between curses and please's.
The driver was about to bump into me and all I felt was a punch in the stomach, it took my breath away.
But no one had hit me.
The boy passed through me.
No, no, it can't be.
I tried to move forward but my feet felt heavy, I wanted to go to Jaemin, I wanted to reach my body. Now that I looked at me, I was motionless. I heard the guy who ran over me speak — Easy, he's still breathing, the ambulance is coming, hold his head — he was young. And tall. Very tall. He was trying to sound calm but his body was shaking more than Jaemin's, who was still holding my head. His hands were bloody and trembling.
I am dreaming.
I must be dreaming.
Is this how I'm going to die?
Is this even normal?
I heard the ambulance far, far away. My whole self felt very heavy now. And again that pain, the impression that my skin was ripped off. I wanted to move again, but a force was holding me in the opposite direction.
Jaemin, Jaemin, I'm here.
Look at me please I'm here.
A buzz, a thump, and nothing.