Everyone always says that if you love something, set it free and if it comes back, it’s yours, but what happens if I didn’t choose to set it free? What if it left all on it’s own, and what if I know that it will never come back? All sense of hope has been replaced by a crushing sense of hopelessness and everyday feels like a barbell being placed upon my …show more content…
She often called it a shoebox, but it was perfect for the two of us. I step into my car and place my keys into the ignition. As soon as I turn the keys, my heart starts beating and my breathing becomes ragged. I haven’t been inside of a car for two weeks, the two weeks my company gave me off for bereavement. I begin to put the car into drive, but suddenly, all of the memories come rushing back, flooding my mind like a hurricane. I can’t breathe. I shut off the car, rip my keys out of the ignition, and get myself out of the car as quickly as possible. I sit on the sidewalk and catch my breath. I guess I’m walking to work …show more content…
I had just taken her to see a girly movie that she had been talking about for over a week. We hadn’t been out together in so long, and I needed some quality time with her. She was talking a million miles a minute about everything under the sun. I turned to look at her. The streetlights shone in her eyes, and her teeth gleamed with the light of the moon when she smiled. I realized then that she was the greatest thing to ever happen to me in my entire life. I smiled and took my eyes back to the road just in time to feel my right tires go off the road. She gasped. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Soon after, everything went black.
I came to and realized that I was lying face down in the grass. I got up slowly and staggered to my feet. My legs hurt and made it hard to walk, but I was alive. I saw blood flood my eyes and felt my forehead. A large gash ran across my left eyebrow. I wiped the blood away and looked around to see my car upside down, smashed in the ditch. My eyes filled with tears, and my first instinct was to find her. I called her name. All I heard in response was a faint,