I tried to cry; but the tears just wouldn't come. The pent-up emotions ricocheting around my body threatening to drive me insane were inexpressible.

I needed to cry.

I punched the metal hard holding me in to the mass of whiteness that gave no comfort, ignoring the shoots of pain that dwindled in the knuckles, blooming immediately into dark bruises.

It did nothing to even take even a millimeter off of my emotions.

And so I stared at the ceiling with widened eyes, struggling to cry, completely unable to take away the crippling pain in my stomach.

Ironically, back then, tears came easily. For someone who did not even deserve my tears.

But now in my most intense, traumatizing sadness, I wasn't even able to shed one single tear.

The only sound that I heard was the occasional clip of heels down the hallway, and the regular beep that confirmed I was alive.

Why did I have to be alive?

I was all alone, anyway.

All alone, rendered this way in one single second. That single second.

It changed the rest of my life.

The only color in my white vision was to the side. A petal fell to the white table, crimson red.

The same as his blood.

It had spilled all over me.

Warm, it stuck to my skin as it dried as I stared at the white of the ceiling as they rushed me through several long white hallways.

What was the rush?

Nobody was here, after all. Because he had saved me.

Why did he save me?

A strangled feeling in my throat made the regular beeps go off the beat.

Soon someone would be in here to bother me again.

Why did they bother? I wasn't planning on responding.

The only thing I wanted to respond to was his voice. A gentle caress on my nerves that instantly calmed them, and told me I was in love with the man who held me around my growing belly.

I had heard it when the impact jolted me forward.

A whisper mixed with hard, shallow breathing, barely comprehensible.

"...Kyo...ko...I...love...I...love..."

'...I...love...'

It was resounding through my head, torturing me even more than the emotions inside me.

He had raised his head just enough kiss me on the cheek, tremors showing the ebbing strength, body growing cold against mine despite the scorching heat.

They had gotten me out, and then, with unconsciousness starting to black out my vision, a blurry image of wreckage and road side debris greeted my eyes before flames consumed it all in a fiery grasp.

Leaving me all alone.

Nobody was here.

My family I had started with the man I loved were all gone.

Gone in an instant.

They were dead.

Wow... I originally intended this to be a one-shot, but I have an idea for this. I personally think it's a fairly good one. The story will get lighter from here on, I promise.