It's cold as he looks toward the sky, grasping at the short chain as hazy noise echoes through his head; screams, cries, pleas . . . desperate shrieks of his name from a voice all too familiar.
'Let me see! Let me see him!'
You know that's not fair. I mean, it's not like I can see you.
'Stop! Let me go! Oh, God--!'
I'm sorry. I'll miss you.
'No! No!'
Her face, her smile, her name and her lips are gone from his memories in an instant; slowly, slowly, he forgets everything, the one memory that stills itself in his mmind being the moment that their car hit the tree--the heavy jerk of their bodies and the feel of glass cutting into flesh. Then there is nothing, and he is left staring upward, waiting for an answer.
It comes in the form of a small girl clothed in black robes; a soft spology and a sleek blade.
His eyes flutter, before closing, his head lolling back as he passes on.