For as long as I can remember, I thought that there was a fine line between what was good and what was evil, there was black and white, no blurred lines. Things just happened randomly and an explanation was rare. I believed people lived because of luck and died because of the fragility of the human body.
The accident only solidified these beliefs to me. The accident that killed my parents and changed everything for my brothers and I. There was no underlying reason for my parents' death. It couldn't be put to bad karma or anything that seemed suspicious. That's what I was told.
My parents were good, kind people and I still refuse to believe that they died because of some divine intervention. They passed away because the human body is fragile. Our Mother and Father are no longer with us, because the driver that hit us never learned when to stop drinking. They died because the damage done to their bodies was irreparable.
The accident confirmed my belief that there are no blurred lines, only differences between black and white, good and evil, a fine line. But now?
I'm not so sure.
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Sharing a Memory
Teen FictionPaige and Nathan are complete strangers, but one drunken night will spark a memory from their pasts that neither wants to remember.
