Re: Let's Have Six

• 11:20 pm catastrophe: When we met things were in chaos. Sirens blared, but I could only hear them from a distance. I saw you in the car, only your shoes. I'm no hero, but at the moment my heart froze I knew I wanted - needed - to save you. I hope I didn't come off like some cheesy superhero.
• 11:23 pm cookie: Your car. It's a mess of bent metal and debris. People were screaming, I heard firemen shouting. There were all your things strewn inside, with blood. Cookies everywhere, you must have been snacking on them when the accident happened. A cookie sat on your lap, I'm thinking that was about to be inside your mouth.
• 11:24 pm coral: I didn't know how I know, but I knew your lipstick was coral in color. I'm no closet cupcake. They were losing color fast, as fast as the blood coming out from the side of your stomach. I tried lifting metals off you, slowly. Damn you're beautiful.
• 11:30 pm call: Can't do it. I have to call for help. These things too heavy, and I - I was bleeding myself. My car skidded but I crashed to the side. What am I doing here? I started shaking as the firemen rushed to your car, to the side of your door.
• 11:34 pm class: All these lingos. Codewords. 5 firemen around us, one dragged me back to the side. I tried to help, then panicked, then remembered what I learned in the First Aid class that I should give air and room, and I did. When they lifted you out your purple flats fell off your left foot. Jimmy Choo. Does Jimmy Choo do flats? Wait, how do I know these things?
• 11:40 pm chant: They tried to resuscitate you on the stretcher. "We're losing her!" a balding, yellow skinned man yelled out to no one in particular. My head hurts. The chaos turned into a chant - we're losing her we're losing her we're losing her - and I started to spin and black out. I realized that I did not get a chance to find out your name. And it's either you on me who's dying, going to the other side. I hope we both survived, or didn't. Either way, I hope we both will meet again.