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And then we crashed your car.

The compact Toyota twisted and turned off the road into a ditch, somehow dodging trees and bushes. Blood coated the ceilings, probably yours. The numbers on my cell phone didn’t make sense to me, swaying back and forth just as they did about fifteen minutes ago. I probably dialed “822” or “922” a few times before I finally put in the right combination.

I couldn’t bring myself to look over at you. All I remember hearing was the sound of distant sirens and my heavy breathing. You and your beautiful everything were silent.

“I’m fine”

I remember hearing those words. Not after the crash, but a small bit before. I would have loved to hear those words after. You weren’t doing much talking after. The ambulances arrived. Besides me, they were probably the only source of life for miles.

We always joked about getting married.
But a part of me always hoped we did.

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