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"Isabelle, are you still looking forward for tonight?"
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One of the best things about communicating with Isabelle was that, she'd make fun of my voice messages. At one point I was embarrassed but now I like knowing that she enjoys it.

She replied by text:
"Of course, I'm here waiting for you. Where you @?"

I sent another voice clip, "Just hang in there Princess, I love you."

I meant to reply with something more specific but I was in a huge traffic. It's always like this on a Friday night; everyone's trying to get home to their families or trying to get out to find the nearest local party. You'll find yourself to be very unfortunate if you get in a traffic like this, because many accidents tend to occur.

The traffic light I was staring at for the past minute finally turned green, I pushed down on the gas the moment I had been given the chance. My palms were sweating while I gripped on the steering weal, it all started to give me the small sense of anxiety that my hands might slip off but what only kept me calm was the thought of Isabelle in hopes of seeing me.

As I drove, what had happened next was just but a blur.
I felt headlights shining on me from my right, but to even think about it made no sense because it felt like it was coming from all sort of directions. Like a deer in the headlights it felt like I was meeting my own fate. Everything became still and quiet, from the moment the car was three feet in the air to the moment it hit the ground. The car was upside down and not so lucky for me the airbags deployed moments after the floor impact. I saw blood but I couldn't make sense of where it was coming from. I was in shock, and the only words that I believed were escaping my mouth were ' fuck ' but maybe that was just wheezing because my lungs felt crushed. I was ready to die here and now, I just wanted to close my eyes and let darkness swallow me whole. I couldn't though, I wanted to stay alive for Isabelle. I couldn't let this be the way I died.

Moments later as I struggled to keep myself conscious, I heard sirens, but for what I managed to see was nothing but bright lights as I started to fade away into a deep sleep.

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