One Last Wish

A Not So Pleasant Surprise

I knew I'd never get over the way his eyes looked in this very moment. The way they were glazed with nothing but hatred and anger paralyzed me.

"God, I'm so sorry." I choked out. It was difficult to speak when I felt like I had razor sharp knives puncturing through my chest.

Why did this have to happen and now of all times?

The feeling in my chest only flourished when I looked down at his own chest to find a huge coffee stain slowly soaking through the material of his expensive suit like the way ink did on paper.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" He yelled loud enough to catch the attention of people walking around us. My face must have been the deepest shade of red.

"I-I thought that car turning was going to fly over the curb and hit me," my voice was unsteady as the whole scene flashed before me again. "I moved back on instinct. I didn't know you were standing behind me." I said as guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. "I'm really sorry."

"Sorry?" He mocked with a sarcastic laugh. He stepped closer and towered over me. "Do you think sorry is going to magically remove this god awful stain?"

"No." I whispered softly, drowning in guilt.

Before he could answer, the loud sound of a car door slamming shut pulled our attention. A middle-aged man came running out of the same black car that nearly hit me a moment ago. "Are you alright?" He asked looking back and forth between me and the guy I bumped into.

I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off.

"Does it look like I'm alright Edmund? Really?!"

The man I bumped into, who probably wanted me six feet under at this point, knew the man driving the car that almost killed me?

Well, isn't that lovely.

"I'm already late because of your snail driving and now look!" He pointed to his shirt, then at me. "This idiot infront of me wastes more of my time AND my Yves Saint Laurent shirt by crashing into me when I'm drinking my coffee ! Does it look like I'm alright?"

"No," The driver cleared his throat. "I apologize Mr. S-"

The man held up his hand to signal for his driver to stop talking.

"Just get me to my office Edmund." He ordered, shoving his briefcase into the driver's chest. He grabbed it and ran back to the car where he pulled open the passengers seat door, and waited.

Before the man I bumped into could leave I spoke up. "Let me pay you for the damage I've caused you. It would make me feel better about everything." I pulled out a few bills I had left in my wallet and held them out in front of him. There were a few fives and a ten but it was all I had. I knew it wasn't much, but it was something.

"I couldn't care less about your feelings nor do I need your money. You clearly need it more than I do." He replied with hatred still in the depth of his eyes along with judgement. He went to walk around me.

"Wait," I grabbed onto his elbow to stop him. "Take the money. Please."

"Like I said," he seethed, pulling his arm out from my grasp, "I don't need your money. I've got enough of it to last me a lifetime. If you're looking for a way to repay me, why don't you use that money and buy yourself a decent brain? Maybe then you'll be smart enough to avoid getting into situations like this." He spat before getting into his car.

The driver shut the door behind him and then turned to me with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm so sorry ma'am." He said before he got into the car himself.