Amnesia (a short story)

Amnesia

(I don't own the pictures, I pulled them from google.)
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It was late, stars littered the night sky. The moon shown down on the landscape, bathing everything it touched in a pale light. The only car on the road at the moment was a black Ford Focus, inside two men were laughing. The one on the right was focused on the road, the one on the left was laughing loudly at a joke he had said.
The next few seconds would define their lives, afterwards, nothing would be the same.
Out of nowhere, a large deer leapt into the road, freezing when the headlights shone on it. The small car hit the animal, sending the car into the air. It rolled a few feet, flipping several times, before coming to rest upside down in a large ditch a few yards away. When Michael looked over, his blood running cold. Where the love of his life, Carlisle, should be, there was only an empty seat.
He realized that Carlisle hadn't been wearing his seat belt and was thrown from the car at some point. Unbuckling he fell to the bottom of the car. Kicking out what was left of the windshield, Michael crawled from the wrecked vehicle. Limping a little ways down the road, he could see Carlisle, unconscious, halfway in a ditch. Regardless of the pain he was feeling, Michael ran over to him and dropped to his knees, brushing the hair from the unconscious man's face, "Lyle?"
He got no response from the raven haired male. Michael tapped Carlisle's face, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Come on Lyle you need to wake up!" Still receiving no response, he looked around. He could hear the sirens, see the lights, he knew somebody had called paramedics. That didn't stop him from assuming the worst. All Michael knew right now was that the love of his life was laying on the ground, unresponsive. To Michael, the future that he had planned out was slipping through his hands, turning to dust. His hand gripped Carlisle's limp one, holding on for dear life. In the back of his mind he wanted everything to be okay. But the reality of it, the here and now, he knew things wouldn't get better.
The gravity of the situation had set in, Michael knew no matter how hard he shook Carlisle, begged and pleaded, he wasn't waking up.