Death Of A Lover

Best Served Cold

After that day at the hospital, my life would never be the same. I started feeling, I don't know, loose around the edges? Every little thing set me off. I was always one step away from either yelling or crying. Sometimes both. Things were especially bad when I saw a couple holding hands or even just walking down the street. But that's to be expected from someone who just got the only thing they truly cared about ripped out of the lives forever, right?

Not once did... her mother come to the hospital. I should know. I didn't actually go into the hospital itself... I just kinda hung out in the parking lot for a few hours everyday. That probably sounded pretty weird, let me explain a little bit. The reason I hung around the hospital's parking lot is because that's the only place I can find peace. Every other place in the whole city reminded me of her. Except this place, oddly enough. I hadn't even gone home since the accident.

During one of my visits, I started thinking about how that trucker guy would pay for what he did to... Any way, I had to find him. I made the decision to start the search for the bastard as soon as possible. I was boiling over with anger, even though it was below freezing outside. It was snowing, oh well. Revenge was needed, besides isn't revenge best served cold?

I decided to start my search with the pictures the police took at the scene of the accident.

When I finally convinced the cops to let me look at the pictures, I found out two things about the guy. One, he drove for a company called Yates. Two, he had a distinctive scar that connected his nose to his ear. Ugh, he looks like every bad guy in a movie ever. His porn-stache didn't help either.

I didn't know of any time I had ever seen that guy in my life...

So why did he look so familiar?