It's never too late.

I ran past the traffic. Lights, colors were a blur to me; they held no importance. All that mattered to me was my goal. My destiny. No rain or cars will impede me. I have to get there.

"It's never too late," she said. She snuggled herself against my shoulder; I shook her off, murmuring, "I said no." She sighed, breaking away. "One day, you're going to regret this. The love of your life, and you're ignoring her right now."

I snorted. "There are plenty of fish in the sea," I replied, coldness emanating unintentionally from my voice. She looked hurt, but I was too embarrassed by my affection for her to notice. I didn't want to like her. I couldn't. But I did.

She got up and started to leave me. I didn't stop her.

It's never too late.

I shot past the corner, almost slipping onto the street. A few blocks stretched out in front; I was running out of time. Splashes of water and my soaking hair whipped my face, but I couldn't see those. I just needed to see…

"It's our last year together," she said brightly. She was decked out with colorful clothes I had never seen; purple, pink, or red.

"So it is." I replied, rather lamely. I was never one for words. Hands in my pocket, I leaned back against any nearby walls.

"We're never going to see each other again, you know…" Her voice trailed off, rather slowly, rather wistfully.

I sighed. "Isn't it all for the better?"

She did not turn to face me. After an eternity, she spoke. "Yeah, I guess."

Those were her last words I was ever going to hear coming from her voice.

It's never too late.

I arrived. The bus stopped at the opposite edge. I saw a familiar figure clad in purple, red, and pink board the bus. Instantly, I dashed off. I knew it'd be futile. I was too late.

The bus started as I ran halfway there. I ran side by side to it as it sped up. I searched for the figure; her hood veiled her face.

I shouted. I shouted my life. My love. My heart. My past. My future. I shouted.

"I'm sorry!"

She looked up. Her eyes were full of sadness. Her face, through the rain-streaked windows, shone dimly among the dark inside of the bus.

She mouthed three words.

The bus ran off.

I crawled to a stop. My legs moved automatically. Five words rang through my head.

It's too late to apologize.