Dear Emily,
Was it instant? That's what I wonder, sometimes. They say it was. They say you didn't suffer. But how do they know? They weren't there. They didn't see it happen, not like I did. They didn't see the fear in your eyes, the look in your face. I wish I had paid more attention. I wish I wouldn't have gone hysterical, screaming and yelling at the driver to call someone. I wish I would have walked over to your limp body, checked your heart beat, tried to give you CPR or something. I wish I would have tried to save you. I wish I would have seen if you actually died on impact.
But I didn't, and I'll never know.
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
