I try to smile at Natalie, but I just can't do it. It's too soon. Yes, it's been almost a year since I lost Brooke, but she was my first love, my only love. I manage to utter a weak "Hi, Natalie." She looks up at me with a faint smile and quietly replies "Hi, Chris." She had always been shy, but it had gotten worse since she lost Luke. We both felt guilty; if we hadn't gone to the party, they would still be with us. I still have nightmares about that night.
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Life
Ficção Adolescente1 night. 1 car. 1 accident. 2 deaths. 2 survivors. 2 lives changed forever.
