It's the sounds I'll carry with me. I didn't see it coming, but I hear it all like a terrifying symphony when I close my eyes. The wheels shrieked as they warred with the unforgiving surface of the road. The sickly crunching of metal as two cars painfully became one. Then a sudden silence assaulted my ears. When I came to, Cynthia's shallow breaths echoed far louder than possible. Our eyes met, and her pain soared through me. I wanted to look away, but who am I to shut my eyes to life's twilight? Her final breaths still haunt me.
