She wakes up everyday, hoping things will be different. She wakes up with tears in her eyes, she was dreaming of him again. She was dreaming that he was still beside her, wrapping his arms around her, stone cold, lifeless limbs. She knows he's never going to come back, he's not going to come back for her. And you know why? Because of her, he is dead. He's dead because of her and her stupidity, her ignorant choice, ruined everything, and ripped him away, like an old, used band-aid, now just discarded. She replays the painful memories, the screeching of the tires, his final, hopeless, fearful, scream as the car began spinning, violently out of control, crunching into a tree. His auburn hair falling over his beautiful face, his head facing forward. No breathing.
She must live with this forever, she must live without him forever.
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