January 19, 2014
The fifteen minutes I had to wait before the ambulance arrived at the scene seemed like the longest minutes of my life.
I wasn't crying hysterically about Susan's death yet because it all felt like a dream. I was convinced that soon I would wake up in my bedroom and realize that the accident was simply a figment of my imagination. After a few minutes, a middle aged woman joined the crowd that was kneeling around me. She never tried to ask me if I was okay, like the others did. Instead, she asked me what my favorite food was, and gently held my hand. I can confidently say that she is the only reason I was able to stay calm.
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Diaries of A Lost Angel
FantasíaAs he lay there I found myself paying no attention to the star speckled night sky, because I had found my own constellations in the freckles that dotted his cheeks. I did not search for a star shooting across the sky, instead I searched his eyes for...
