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“GET HIM A LAWYER!” I yell out from amidst the chaos trying to find a higher ranking official to stop this madness. It’s as cold as it is every day but today it seems colder than others for some reason. The snow freezes my feet through my boots but that doesn’t stop me as I push against the sides of the people crowding the area as they bicker and cheer. For every person I push out of the way it gets harder to push the next one as my body freezes more and more. I try desperately to get to the front of the crowd before it’s too late. “HE DESERVES A FAIR TRIAL!” I yell out those few more words and then I hear it. It’s too late.
The sound of fireworks rings in my ears as time stops.
Blood splatters across the ground and seeps into the snow, creating a rather morbid scene right there in front of everyone. The crowd starts to slowly disperse, all of the people looking pleased with what has happened as they keep going on with their day like it’s nothing. I stand there still frozen in the moment. Just then I manage to mutter out a single word as my voice breaks.
“Saps...?”
The broken fireworks lay softly in the snow, covered in blood as the fire from them also slowly start to go out. I look down, there he is. Saparata is lying in the snow. His body is deformed, and everything is covered in blood as well as the snow beneath him. You can’t even make out his face with how he seems in this state. How I long to see him smile at me and say this is all a sick joke, I wouldn’t even be mad at him.
The cold air breezes against my face brushing hair out of it as if clearing my face to see him clearer, as if to prove it really is his dead body lying in front of my eyes. I don’t want to believe it but beyond a shadow of a doubt I know it really is him despite how much I long for it to not be, despite how much I long for him to come up behind me and ask me what I’m doing looking at some random strangers dead body but this person isn’t random, this person was my everything and still is.
“Please just get up” I plead as if he has a choice to reply or act on what I said. I can’t even make my own voice out from how broken it sounds.
Guards come over and grab his body harshly as if he is nothing more than trash that needs to be thrown out, a plate that needs to be cleaned, an object. Saparata is much more than that, even now. “Wait!” I try to stop them, but my voice is too weak to really make any noise, and it breaks once more anyway. One of them steals a glance my way but simply looks me over before he scoffs and looks away as they keep walking.
All of this for what? A few snowballs? Saps didn’t deserve this. I stand there for what feels like hours but in reality, it is probably only a few minutes if not just a few seconds. My fists clench slowly as I stand there. He can’t be dead, not now. He promised he wouldn’t leave me, but it’s not his fault this happened, it’s the president’s fault. What will they even do to his body? Throw him out or actually give him a funeral? He deserves that much at the very least.
My footprints stain the snow, leaving marks with slight blood under them as I walk away from the morbid scene behind me. Anger starts to dwell in me as I notice the guards put Saparatas corpse in a coffin not even trying to be gentle about how they handle him, it makes my blood boil how they just throw him in the coffin and acts like it’s something they do every day at their job. At the very least he gets to be buried, in some way that’s all I can ask for.
A few days pass and every single second of it is excruciatingly slow. Every day when I wake up, I pray that when I turn around in bed Saparata will be right there or that when I knock on his door, he’ll open it and let me in as he makes those dumb remarks about me with that even dumber voice of his. but he doesn’t, he’s not there, he’s dead. All I can think of is him, Saparata, what if I had just stopped him before he threw the snowballs? What if I had gotten to him in time? He’d still be here if I had just stepped up or tried harder, but I didn’t. I wish I did. I just wish I could just hear his voice one more time.
I walk through the city, it feels colder than ever, colder than the day it happened because Saps isn’t here. It’s quieter, darker despite it being in the middle of the day. If just Saparata was here. Just then I overhear something that piques my interest. Two people trying to speak in hushed tones, they look like they’re discussing a crime or something alike. I find myself making a full stop and just staring at them, even then they don’t seem to notice my presence, not even a bit.
Most words go right through my ear and out the other when suddenly I hear a few words that make me listen in more intently than before. They said something about a machine, one that can bring to life a dead person. I didn’t need to hear more, my frozen body suddenly started moving on its own as I started walking down the street once more. Can I bring Saparata back? I need to bring him back. Not only for me but for him, he didn’t deserve to die. But where would this machine be? Hidden most likely, I’ll find it though, I need to.
The moment I came home I started researching for any and every sign of this. The power of bringing someone back from death, I don’t just want it I need it. I need to bring Saparata back, it’s my only hope for life is useless, meaningless without him here by my side. I need him here by my side.