This is the story of Jack and Rose, and no, they have no relations to the Titanic I'll have you know. A cold snowy night in October is met with tragedy when a drunk driver plows into Rose's car, a nineteen year old on her way home to see her family...
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~Jack
I always loved the snow. I have so many fond memories from when I was a child of building snow forts and having epic snowball fights with my sisters. We would be on the brink of hypothermia before we'd come back in. Mom would make us each a cup of hot cocoa with those baby marshmallows on top and we'd just sit at the dining room table debating who won the icy war.
Those were the memories I tried so hard to dwell on whilst I drove back to O.S.U on the 25th of November, the day before classes were due to start. I was in my truck, driving south on i-82, with the weight of the previous days sitting on my chest.
I thought that by now things would start to get easier but that was just wishful thinking. It had been one week since Rose died on the very road I drove down. One week since everything turned to crap. Thanksgiving was depressing, black Friday was even more depressing and then Saturday was just plain sad. Besides my father, that didn't seem to care all that much, no one in my family left their rooms unless it was to make a plate of leftovers or to use the bathroom. We were all trying to deal with things in our own way, it just sucked that it had to be like it was on a holiday.
Because of what was now my least favorite time of year, the roads were busy and frigid. The ice had melted away but the snow that sat in heaps along the sides were still there.
'Maybe if the sun were shining and the sky not so grey things wouldn't be so gloomy. Maybe if she had died in summer or spring I would've been able to bounce back by now.' But I knew deep down those thoughts were just meaningless wishes.
I drove in silence, the only noise I felt like I could handle was the already blaring thoughts in my jumbled mind. I kept this way until the Montana boarder, but then it just got too hard to keep focused. Every two seconds my mind would wander and then I'd snap back into reality because another car would be honking at me for doing something stupid. The first time I had slightly drifted out of my lane. The next I was driving almost twenty under the speed limit. I knew I needed something to keep me rooted.
Not feeling like I had any other options, I flipped on the radio. The Bluetooth in my car picked up my phone and automatically shuffled through my music. At first it was a great distraction. Between AC/DC and the occasional lady gaga, (don't judge me), I was doing fine. Thunderstruck was loud and fun, Highway to hell actually seemed kind of ironic givin' the events of the past week, Born this way...well, I might've known all the words to, and Poker face was just entertaining. My music idea was actually working. That is until Taylor swift decided to ruin it.
Don't get me wrong, I love me some T-swizle, but it did the very opposite of what I was needing. Her new stuff would've been perfect; loud up-beat, but no, the gods of apple music and the stupid universe had it out for me. Of course, her old country had to pop up. Out of all the songs, what must have been almost a thousand, it had to play one that one of my sisters downloaded forever ago because they didn't have i-phones yet. A song that I never cared much for nor listened to, but still didn't have the heart to skip because it reminded me of her. It reminded me of Rose.
