"Maria"
Maria"
"Maria...let's go."
I try to stop myself from turning towards him but I can't help myself when he uses that pleading tone. So I turn towards him and in that moment I wished I hadn't. I watch the car make impact with his body. I watch his body leave the ground only to make contact with it a few seconds later followed by cold silence. Blood...pooling...lots of blood from his head. I don't scream, I couldn't even if I tried. I don't run towards him because somehow, I know he is dead. I don't cry, I feel numb inside.
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Teen FictionEver had an experience rock your world so hard that it changed your axis eternally? I did. Here's my story . . . I try to stop myself from turning towards him but I can't help myself when he uses that pleading tone. So I turn towards him and in that...
