The Last Ride || Self Para
Handing Carolina off a helmet, Damien got onto the bike after her and pulled out of the parking lot. He'd decided that she might want to ride the bike since it made for a more scenic ride, and with it being the summer, there was an abundance of sights to see that had been masked by the blankets of snow over the course of the winter. And after being cooped up in a hospital, it would make sense for her to want to be on a bike again.
Pulling out onto the main road, he turned off in the direction of the mall where they would get her a new phone. The warm summer air blew through his hair, it having grown slightly over the course of the past several weeks. He'd have to cut it soon, otherwise he'd end up with ear-length hair within the span of a month.
He was stopping at a red light when he heard the screeching of tires behind him.
Heard the blaring horn of the sixteen wheeler that didn't seem to be stopping.
He was just starting to swerve out of the way when....
It hit them.
Damien didn't ride with a helmet, him never having run into any problems before, but it was then that he regretted that decision.
Blinking away the dark spots around his eyes, he could see the flipped over truck as well as the mass amounts of blood soaking through his white t-shirt. It was almost laughable that he'd been taking Carolina out of a hospital when all they needed was to be back in that hospital. He was losing blood and he was losing it fast, and his body just didn't seem to want to help him save it.
He had so much to live for, so much left to do. Wasn't death only supposed to come once you had finished all of your business on Earth? Once you were at one with yourself? Not while you were on your way to pick up your girlfriend, no, that didn't make any sense. But the world didn't seem to make sense, fairness had been erased from the blueprints of life and had been replaced with irony.
It was then that Damien decided that there was no one up there looking out for him, not one in his corner. There was only death to those who didn't deserve it. He'd assisted in saving Carolina from certain death, but he couldn't save himself from it and that was what made all the difference... and he hadn't even really saved her, in the end. His attention shifted over to Carolina, her already being bruised and battered more than he was sure that her body could handle.
The world was a cruel place and he found a part of himself feeling relieved that he'd no longer be a citizen in such a place.
Fighting to maintain consciousness, the pain coursing throughout his entire body begging for him to just let go, he struggled to look over at her again. She had been thrown from the back of the bike and looked to be more broken than him. Brown hair disheveled as it fell over her face, the helmet having been dislodged from her head and landing who knows where. Her eyes were closed but he could see her shoulders moving ever so slightly, indicating that the life hadn't left her body.
All he wanted to do was to apologize to her, tell her that he was sorry that he had put her into such situation right after she was mostly recovered from being held hostage for so long. He had ruined her last chance at life and he couldn't even move himself in order to help her fight for it. He also wanted to apologize to her parents, them having trusted her with him only to have that trust broken by a stupid truck. They'd hear about the accident on the news and would be left without the daughter who they'd just gotten back. "Ces plaisirs violents ont des fins violentes. Je suis désolé," he spoke quietly, hoping that there was some way in which she could hear him.
Why hadn't he just taken the Camaro? There would have been a better chance of her surviving, even if he hadn't.
The lightheadedness began to wash over him in waves, and he had just managed to breath out, "Je t'aime," when everything went black.
The Waren Curse had struck again and for the very last time.
