I sighed, texting Dave while he was on his way to work.
"so, how are the sales coming?' I asked.
Dave: good, i guess...can you not text me? i'm driving right now.
I repliedwith"fuck no..yourmy boyfriend..i can text you whenever."
he didn't reply. "Dave?"
no reply
"dave fucking strider did you shut off your damn phone?!"
no reply.
what the fuck?!
his end came up with: disconnected
I then got a text from John.
John: "karkat, go to the hospital. Daves car was hit by a semi."
I got up, and ran for the hospital. I waited until a doctor came up to me.
"I'm afraid he can't respond, but you can go visit him."
i walked to his room and sat down at the chair beside him.
"D-dave?" Oh god it's my fucking fault...
"dave..come on..wake up diot.." Tears began filling my eyes. No...I-I killed him....All from a small text...
This is why I refuse to text while driving.
