coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three

koda

one minute we were throwing insults back and forth,

and the next, i wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms again.

he’d left the house,

like he always does,

but never did i think that he wouldn’t return.

after an hour of his absence,

i began to get worried.

i called his cell phone, and when a woman answered,

i thought he was cheating on me. again.

“hello, who is this?”

she said, with a sugary tone that made me want to gag.

“this is his girlfriend, who the hell are you?”

after that, she’d explained to me what happened.

michael had hit a girl with his car,

on the old bridge about a block away.

there weren’t any witnesses to see why, or how, it had happened.

but by the time the lady, a paramedic, had hung up the phone,

my face was wet with tears.

sincerely,

koda.

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