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The black of unconsciousness hit him almost as much as the vehicle had heaved them off the motorcycle.
The flit had gone as they had hoped so far. They had just scram away on the road in a rent motorbike. Adrien hadn´t relaxed fully till the scent of salt and seaweed hit his nostrils. That was when the sound of the engine wasn´t a worry anymore, it was a strike of adrenaline. Luka grabbed his hands, and placed them around his muscular waist. His home was finally here.. -until it wasn´t.
It was unexpected. Not their fault, but the obviously tipsy car driver. Hadn´t even stopped for a moment. Just left there to see the world fade around them. The beautiful road and sandy tan rock around them not a pleasure, but of what would be the last. The last for them to just hold each other, make up for the despair in the world. Had the Heaven´s existed? They would find out if the fate of being together in glory- or just stuck. Stuck in the wonder of death. This would tell.
That´s what they thought. The grim reaper stood mere inches away from their bodies, that lay a few feet apart on the blood sea roads. But he had hesitated. He could have just swiped their necks with his shimmering scythe. He had disappeared though.
The sirens rang. Not affecting their still bodies. Until the waft of those one latex gloves doctors wore tickled his nose. Adrien had gotten the scent stuck to his memories. As a kid, when his mother hadn´t departed from the world, he would live carefree. Those gloves were his ¨toy¨ at only 5. Like a balloon, he would blow them up. His mother had saved every last one, till the day they were brought to Heaven with her glorious soul. Had God been punishing him this whole time? Was there even a God? His mama would tell him to keep his faith, even if the fate was like paper to fire. God does everything for a reason.
His eyes fluttered, only to spring open when he heard his voice. Luka´s voice. He stay stationed on the bed across from his, only silencing as soon as he hear the rustle of the hospital bed Adrien rest on. ¨Adrien?..¨ He looked- full of woe? Not this again. What was wrong now.