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[17 Jan 2009|01:00pm] |
Who: Saga
Plot: Saga gets into a accident, and ends up in the hospital. (Yes, he doesn't die. : D)
When: Last night
It was a cold night. Saga knew from the fact that he had been sitting on the balcony of his temporary living space, a hotel room, not all too pricy, but well hidden, a bit out of the city. He had felt compelled to leave the city, not being able to stand his dorm room, from the way everything reminded him about Reita, every other clothing article, every picture he had taken in the precense of the other, and the way his sheets still smelled like the other.
He had felt like he was slowly going insane, drowning himself in anything that numbed his emotions. Finally he had had enough, and he had driven to the first good hotel he saw as he drove out of the city. Though changing his environment, didn't make him feel that much better. He spent the nights the same way, drinking as much scotch as he could.
Though tonight, he had spent it a bit more diffrently, he had spent half of the night, writing a letter. A letter to Reita, but no words seemed to fit, no words seemed to be enough to tell the other how he felt. And the tears couldn't be stopped as he read it over one last time, blurring his vision for a second. He heard that echo of Reita's voice once again, as he closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against his scotch filled glass.
He slowly moved to stand up after fingers had neatly put the letter into a envelope. He pulled on any garment that he had removed, which wasn't alot, just his shoes and jacket, he really didn't have the energy to do anything now it seemed.
The night air was crisp,and really cold, his breath showing well as he sighed softly, walking to his car. He sat down in his car, befor putting all his things in the trunk. For a moment he just sat behind the wheel, slowly smoking, ´staring out the window.
After a few minutes, he was finally starting the car, cigarette between his lips. He didn't care for the radio, so he put some music on instead, not really caring what was on. The steets were slightly icy, and there was even a bit of snow at places, Saga not caring at all, as he sped through the streets.
Saga was suprised that there wasn't that much traffic, but shrugged it off as he drove, still way over the speed limit.
Until he saw lights, due to the alcohol they were slightly blurred. It was only a matter of a few seconds, as his heart started beating faster. There had been some kind of accident ahead, and he was forced to turn around.
In a matter of seconds, in such high speed, Saga tried to turn the car around. But the ice, speed, and the short time he had, had him driving to the side. Until the car drove off of the bridge.
There was a few seconds of fear in Saga, until he finally got what he wanted, black, peaceful, oblivion as he went unconcious. And his car started to sink.
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