I opened the taxi door, the road beneath my heals. Here I was standing in the middle of the road on my wedding day. Dylan was nowhere in sight. I'm scared, I'm terrified but I know in my heart I can do this. I take a cigarette from my bag along with the lighter Max had refuelled for me. I step forward desperately trying to get the lighter to form a flame, but It's not working my thumb begins to tier. My wedding dress hangs down my body. I turn round there's a car heading towards me I can't move my legs are stiff it's over. I hear a scream but before I can realise it's from my own mouth, it's over I'm sprawled on the road, my blood splattered over my white dress I can feel it seeping from my pores. My eyes begin to close I'm losing consciousness. I feel my mind slip away, it's over its over, I'm finished. "Max" I whisper as I feel my life slip away.
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The kiss of life
Short StoryWhat if the car had hit Zoe on her wedding day? How would things have turned out differently?
