'Why did they have to go?'
It was a silly question but thats what I asked. Danny looked at me, his dark blue eyes glistening like lakes in the moonlight.
'I don't know Danielle' he wispered. 'I look at your eyes pleading for Mum and Dad and I wish there was something I could do.'
Danny gripped at his chestnut hair then rested his very difinative jaw on clenched fists. He didn't need to do anymore, he had done enough. Dan, a perfect A* student who had flown his way through his GCSEs had tried to help me, who got straight Bs, raise to his A* perfection but no matter how much both of us tried I always got Bs.
'Dan, you cannot do anything, the other driver was drunk and broke the speed limit horribly... You can't raise the dead.'
YOU ARE READING
Cold Mountains and Venetian Waters
Roman pour AdolescentsWhat if you believed that it was your fault that someone died, that you could've stopped it somehow. What if they had sacrificed himself to save you? What if it could not be prevented... What if it was always going to happen...
