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The Pizza Place

This is where I met him the first time, this restaurant. I love pizza or rather I love the pizza from this place. I love it so much that, it's my routine to come down here every Friday night, grab my favorite cheese and pepperoni pizza and sit at the table by the window facing the street. On that day though, as I went to the table, I noticed him sitting at my usual table, He had half eaten his pizza, so I thought I would wait for him to finish by sitting at the neighboring table. As I sat there and waited for him to finish his pizza, I noticed he was eerily similar to me. Although his choice of pizza didn't suit my taste, he would just sit there, watch the street through the window as he slowly enjoyed his pizza. Even though I finished my delicious pizza, he never left the table. So I went home rather disappointed that day.

The same thing continued for the next few weeks though, I would get my pizza, go by my favorite table, see him there and would wait for him to vacate. One week though, he wasn't there when I went by that table. Although I was disappointed about his sudden absence, I was rather glad to get back my favorite table. Halfway through my pizza, I felt someone standing by my table. I turned up to see, it was the same guy. He smiled at me, there was a calmness in his smile. He asked if he could join me. I agreed. We talked, I learned we both have many things in common and soon we became friends. This new routine of mine started from then. Every week I would get my pizza, join him at our favorite table, talk about everything that happened over the week, and enjoy few moments of silence together as we simply gaze out the window, watching the street.

It has been six months since that day. During these past six months, I have fallen for him. I have begun to love him, and I have dreamt of living with him forever. So today I had decided to confess my love to him. I came here rather early in my excitement. I had never felt as happy when I first entered here, I bought my favorite cheese and pepperoni pizza took my seat at our favorite table and started waiting for him. One hour passed by, then two. He hadn't arrived yet and I had not touched my pizza. Then I decided for myself he won't be coming today and started eating my pizza. Another hour went by as I slowly finished my pizza. It was closing time at the restaurant, I gave a final hopeful glance towards the entrance, sighed and got up.

I wished the waitress a good night and got out of the door. As I entered the street, I heard a loud sound coming from behind me, tires screeching. I turned around to see what the sound was, too late.

I opened my eyes, the view was blurry. My head hurt really bad, I tried to lift my hands, I couldn't feel it. My neck was wet, a warm kind of wet. I saw a pole to my left and a car to my right. The car was bashed up, maybe I got hit by this car, and then the realization came. I've had an accident, the wet feeling in my neck is probably blood, that's why I can't feel my hands. As the realization came in, I felt a strong jab of pain from my head, I tried to moan, I couldn't. Blood splattered out from my mouth, and I started to lose consciousness.

 I am going to die. Yes, I am going to die right here. But its fine, there isn't much to live for anyway. My only regret is, I never got to tell him that I love him.

The car door opened, someone stepped out, a male. My vision is blurry, I can't make out this person's face. Is he trying to help me? Probably. He is coming near. 

Wait is that, is that who I think it is?


Oh my god, It's him. It's him. The one I've been waiting for the past three hours. Is this his car that hit me? Oh, the irony.


No time to think, I am dying. I've got to tell him I love him before I die.

Why don't the words come out of my mouth? 
Why am I splitting blood instead of words?

 No! I am losing consciousness.
 I can't, I can't die before I tell him I love him.

NO!
NO!
NO!

And then everything went black.

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