18 [h.s.]

Intro

They always say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes.

So I hope that day you went through the windshield, it was my face you saw, not hers.

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White shoes. Black leggings. And a crew neck sweatshirt.

This was my attire for Harry’s game. I knew I would probably see him all of three seconds, so why even bother with getting done?

It was the last home game for our junior year. Harry was the quarterback and although I had been to all of his games, I still did not understand football.

We had been dating for over a year now. We hadn’t had sex, something we were both waiting for. And Harry had told me he has every intention of marrying me after high school.

What a liar.