BMWs and Millberry Bridge

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*Harry's POV*

I wildly shout as my hand slips from the wheel and my large BMW slams against a small vehicle. It's all a blur of color and sounds. A loud scraping and a vigorous jerking come from the light blue mound of metal that I'm positive was once a car. The pile breaks from my car's grasp and the rusted machine spirals to the black creek waiting eerily still. One image brands my mind. The other passengers face of gore and an expression of horror glances to mine. Forever I will remember those eyes. Warm, and the color of Summer. A hue of dark brown with flicks of golden light, caught in her web of dark lashes burns an image into my frantic brain.

I watch as the eyes close and fall, down, down, down to the blackness below.

I pull out my phone, quickly sprinting out of my car and to the shore of the small creek. Bubbles emerge from the surface of the ebony water. I put my hand to my forehead in an act of panic.

"Hello?" A woman's voice breaks the strangled silence. I struggle to speak.

"Hello! Please help! Wreck! Millberry Bridge! Hurry!" My instructions come out in gasps and I drop the phone in horror of my actions. I should've seen the car! It was blue for God's Sake! It wasn't hidden. I should've seen.

My thoughts turn into sobs of terror and guilt as an ambulance and policemen enter the scene. Two men quickly jump into the water with crowbars, leaving me on shore to wallow in disgust of myself. This poor golden eyes beauty I had destroyed! I couldn't think. My eyes adjust to the smoky sky and I hardly notice as I drift off into unconsciousness.

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