Fade In and Out: pt 3 – end

Each day, an inch was brought to us. We became closer. My story is almost complete, about that girl. I am not a sad person, but I do wish not for this story to have a sad ending. This girl is practical, she calculates the situation. She sees an event and comes out with a bunch or possible. From this girl, I learnt some of that.
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From this boy, I learnt to be romantic. I learnt to put down some practical things and think or a more romantic way, thinking it’ll work out instead or losing it. Have faith.
However, the romantic thoughts still lead me to a grey theme. I hope this ends with happiness.
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Today is the first day of work. As I walked on the road, with a big smile hanging on my face; a sudden scream occurred. It was a bus that lost its control and slipped through its way to a shop. In it got and stopped.
The police arrived not after long a few ambulances too. Two of the passengers were strongly injured; three was dead; the driver was burnt badly, that you can no longer recognize him as a human being. The smell of burnt things floats in the air, the ashes are flying everywhere. Flames, smokes, dust are everywhere.
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As I was thinking of that thought on the bus with her to our first date destination. Suddenly the bus started to lose its control. The wheel was turning from directions to another like there was butter on it.
Passengers screamed, the driver is cursing. Like a flash, the bus crashed.
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My sight dropped into darkness, my vision quickly faded. I am stuck, stuck in his arms. After a few minutes I faintly open my eyes, I saw his face. It didn’t have a peaceful smile as he usually did. Instead, he was in pain. His breath is no longer exchanging with seconds. His heart started to lose its live. No beats are made; no sounds are to be heard.
His white shirt is no longer white; it was bleached with blood and dyed with dust. My heart was hurting; my body is too weak to allow me to speak.
A second passed, perhaps a minute?
Someone pulled me away from him.
Another person also took him away.
We exit to different directions.
He entered a greyish black bag.
I entered a white van.
My heart hurts, my body hurts, and my throat hurts.
My tears struggle to come out as I try to hold them back.
I want to see you again, I want to hear your voice again, and I want to be with you again.
I don’t want to miss you, we will never meet again. I bet no matter how loud I yell now, those words will never reach you.
I want my body to be as cold as you, I want my soul to be with you….
I want to meet you again.

Fade in and out....the light of the world....remains hopeless