Zeph's POV:
I've always had a complicated relationship with Cass, my brother's best friend who then becomes his girlfriend. We were like oil and water, constantly clashing and never quite seeing eye-to-eye. But things took an unexpected turn when th...
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⚠️This chapter speaks of Car Accidents and traumas if this a sensitive topic for you skip!⚠️
Zeph's Pov:
I don't usually talk about my mom, but she was my everything. Her story with Dad is still hard to believe. They met in school when Mom tutored Dad. They didn't get along at first, but they eventually fell deeply in love. Sharing memories of her with others is still a painful struggle.
Losing Mom in that car crash ripped my world apart. The agony of that day still feels like a fresh wound. I was in the car with her, and the weight of guilt and grief is crushing. There are times I wish she had taken me with her, but that's a selfish thought. She wanted me to live a full, happy life and become a snowboarding champion, just like her.
Mom was a legend on the slopes, winning countless competitions. Her talent and skills on the snow were unmatched. She excelled in skiing and ice skating too. Our school hallways display her pictures, a constant reminder of my failure to meet her expectations.
I'll never forget the day of the accident. The weather was horrible, with icy roads and a blizzard. Dad warned us not to go out, but I begged to go skiing. Mom relented, wanting to see me smile.
As we drove, the car started to slide on the icy road. Mom tried to regain control, but it was too late. I remember hearing the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal. Everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I couldn't move or speak; I could only hear the beeping of machines around me. I saw Dad's face, etched with tears and despair. I saw my brother's face, twisted in anger and grief.
The diagnosis was devastating: Mom didn't make it. My world shattered into a million pieces. My brother blamed me, his words cutting deep into my soul. "You're a burden; killing Mom wasn't enough?"
Four years of therapy helped, but the pain remains. I still struggle with car phobia and the haunting memories of that day. Scarlett's parents and Cassidy's mom, Mom's close friends, were my support. I'm forever grateful for them.
Sometimes I wonder what Mom would think if she saw me now. Would she be proud? I doubt it. But I'm trying to make her proud, even if it's just in small ways.
Snowboarding is my escape, my connection to Mom. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of competition – it's what keeps me going. But living up to her legacy is daunting.
Taylor Swift's words resonate: "Hold on to memories; they will hold onto you." But I'm trying to let go, to move on. Keeping busy and getting into mischief helps, though it's not the healthiest way.
I know Mom's watching from somewhere, and she's disappointed. But I'll keep trying. For her. For myself.
As I lay in bed, my mind wandered to Cassidy. We'd been at odds for what felt like forever. I thought about the prank my friends and I pulled on her and Ben's friends. As much as I dislike Cassidy, I realize now that it was immature and hurtful. The pranks will have to stop.
