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The streetlights are blurred by my own tears, which are starting to form in my eyes. I try to keep my pace up with his, I don't mind that people stare. I can see the way his shoulders are tense, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and his blonde hair is shining more than usual due to the sun. This was supossed to be the usual walk we have after school. Towards my house, quiet and chill. But today it took a whole different way. I sensed it when I saw him after school ended. He didn't even look at me. Just brushed past me, murmured a "let's go" and started walking.
"Cody, wait! Please. Just tell me what's wrong." I say, half pleading. He huffs. Turns on his heels so fast i almost bump into his chest. Takes his hands out and runs one over his face. Then barks a laugh that doesn't reach his eyes. "Wrong? What's fucking wrong? So you don't mind about the rumours then?" I stop on my tracks.
Right. The rumours. Those stupid, ridiculous rumours that have been around for weeks now. Who the hell started them? No idea. "Are you kidding me?" I spit "You really believe that? I hate that guy! He takes every chance he has to mess with me and makes my live impossi-"
He cuts me off "Then why do you fucking care so much huh!? You give him all the attention you should be giving to me! I'm your fucking boyfriend!" My chest rises and falls quickly and heavy. I shake my head, in disbelief "I do not give him attention! Not even a little bit! And you know damn well I can't give you speacial treatment because we're supossed to be only bestfriends!"
Cody flinches. "Fine! Maybe if you're so eager to be bestfriends to the rest of the world that's what we should really be!" He says, turning around again and crosses the street. I stand there, watching him leave.
I do not see the light changing from green to red.
"Are you breaking up with me!? At least make it fucking clear!" I yell at him. He doesn't even bother turning around to face me. Just keeps walking, further and further away. I start chasing him, crossing the street. "Cody Rh-"
The sentence is interruptep by a horn. Lights cought by my peripherical vision. Tires hissing. I turn my head just in time to the the front part of a jeep coming straight at me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I feel for a split second the impact. Metal against skin. Ribs crack, my arm stings, and my head feels like it just exploded. I think i go flying and lay on the asphalt. Then screams. Someone shouting (sounds like Cody) to call an ambulance.
Then it all goes black.