I see her face, as real as the chill outside my window. I hear her voice, tinted with laughter. But in a flash it’s all gone. She’s screaming, panicking. Then she’s bent over, crawling from the wrecked car. Blood is splattered upon her porcelain face and seeping through her clothing quickly. She looks up at me in agony as I stand motionless. She reaches a hand for my help but I cannot save her, and to her eyes, it’s as if I won’t even try.
I’m so sorry that I couldn’t save you. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t be there. Please forgive me.