17 Last Times

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢! 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚡

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ♡

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𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵

It's been over a month. The first semester has already started, but Davina wasn't well enough to return to school. She needed more time, and because of the abject circumstances, she was ensured to have as much of it off as she required. The dorm was waiting for her, fully paid — something I took care of. I couldn't leave her stranded. None of us did.

After Cassie had died, the space in Rayna's room became up for grabs, which made me transfer Davina's name onto the list for this specific dorm. She didn't want to live with Anaya anymore. If I had known a bit earlier about what would have happened, I wouldn't have had to go through all the paperwork in the first place.

Just around a week after the accident on the motorway, Anaya had gotten into one herself. As far as the rumors go, she was crossing the street during one Saturday night and got hit by a Jeep driver, who was under the influence of drugs and alcohol. The injuries weren't mild. Her spinal cord got damaged and she ended up in a wheelchair, which meant no chance of reversion to her former condition. Many called it an awful misfortune, but I called it karma, and so did everyone else who knew what she'd done in the past.

One single month had really changed it all for us. Rayna and Connor got back together, Davina accepted my offer and moved in with me — she didn't want to live in the empty house, which she inherited after her parents had died. She kept it regardless, in case she feels like returning home one day. The only thing she didn't give up on was her job. I think seeing other people and becoming busy for a few hours made her somewhat sane. She wasn't really talkative, though. The only person she actually spoke to was Nathan. I understood why, but at the same time it hurt me that she had more trust for him than me. No lie, I had myself to blame for it. I did the exact same thing when my father died — I pushed her away, however, Davina acted completely different to how I had. There was no anger nor frigidity. There was just nothing. An absolute indifference, like the world had no meaning.

Like I meant nothing to her.

The accident changed her completely. The accident because of which, I was stuck in traffic. I remember being so afraid of turning up late to our "not date". I didn't want to jeopardize another chance that she'd given me. I tried dialing her number, but each time I did, I was sent straight to the voicemail. Only later did I found out that she'd dropped her cell in to the sink. I wasn't the only one who tried to reach her that day.

Nathan was stuck in the traffic, too. As it turned out, my mother's new house was located within a stone's throw from his own. We both got onto the same road, Nathan a few minutes ahead of me. It must've been the universe chiming in, because when he told me what had actually happened, I knew that it was him who was supposed to find himself near the accident.

When the driver fell asleep and the lorry swerved onto the wrong lane, Davina's parents' car got swept aside and crashed into the median, concrete barrier. Even if the wall was much smaller, the speed and the size of the lorry would've given the same outcome.

When a few vehicles simultaneously drove into one another — a typical domino effect that happens on motorways and highways, Nathan managed to make his car come to a halt before joining the unlucky group of drivers. From what he told me, it took him at least twenty minutes to calm down and overcome the shock. When he eventually gathered his wits, the police had already arrived among the sirens of the ambulances and the thudding of a helicopter. Still nauseated by the adrenaline, he looked to the side, and then he noticed it — the number plate, warped out of its shape, but still readable.