New fic in Yuma's perspective.

I leaned over her body.

She was gone.

I cried.

"Yuma!" A voice called out to me.

I wished no one would come.

I wanted to stay by Tori forever.

I wished that could be a reality.

But then again, I wished she would open her eyes.

She hasn't for so long.

She never will.

And it's because I let her go.

"Tori! Are you okay? Tori!"

The car that hit us drove away.

Tori's eyelids fluttered, then opened slightly.

"Yuma… You'll see me again… I…"

And then she closed her eyes; I could see her struggle against the action.

She slept in my arms.

I thought she was tired.

But she was covered in blood.

Her blood.

My blood.

Tears.

I knew she'd wake.

Nobody believed me.

I pleaded for her life.

She could hear me, I think.

Could she?

She can't anymore.

And I can't hear her.

Not her laugh.

Not her calling my name.

Not her breathing.

None of it was there. And it was because I couldn't hold her.

Hold onto her life.