Live For Her

A short story created for my Creative Writing class.

"It's not your fault," she says to me while laying her hand on my right shoulder. "It was a freak accident--"
"No, it wasn't," I say in a monotone voice shaking my head. "I was crossing the street--a busy street! I should have noticed when her hand wasn't in mine or how she stopped blabbering about her new teacher! I should have made her walk in front of me or--"
"Christine." My friend, Cassidy, says interrupting me. "She stopped to tie her shoe and she got hit by a drunk driver. That isn't your fault."