Memory 92
I sat on the side of the highway. Panicked like every other person there. I saw them pull you out of the wreckage barely breathing. You and your army ways made me stop from demanding anything from the firemen, paramedics or doctors. Your eyes met mine and for the last time, I allowed myself to drown in them. Just wishing for one last kiss. I thanked heavens the fact that you always wore your tags. Your blood group and donor status were something I did not have to worry about. "What if's" did not cloud my mind. A sense of detachment fell over me. I made the phone calls: Rosh, Yuri and the multitude of foster children whom we kept in touch with over the years.
A/N: Sorry for spamming but to my readers of 100MoYaM: it had recently come to my attention that I might have accidentally put triggers in the story. Should I tag them or leave it as is. I thought it was all fine but I'm a bit worried about it now.
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