Always Leave on a Good Note

The Narrator tells us about his emotions when the love of his life was killed in a car accident just seconds from his house.

    I heard the immensely rusted brakes, which could shatter your ears if close enough, screech for every foot it slid as it struggled to halt. The ice was thick and smooth like a woman’s freshly waxed and lotioned leg. The collision so loud that every skunk and chipmunk in the Western Hemisphere would snap their heads back to see what happened. What made the brutally disturbing sound so eery was the follow up sound that relayed silence, complete and utter silence that forced every hair on your body to stand stiffly at attention. My body froze encapsulated in ice as hard as stone; I didn’t blink a single eye lid, didn’t think even one single thought, and all the nerves in my body lost their jobs and died off like a dandelion in winter except at a winter that blew into town within seconds. I knew exactly what had happened but I refused to believe the inevitable. The television I had been watching flashed into a mass of black, the telephone that rested on its holster in the kitchen replayed the answering machine, and even the lights that kept me so safe in my home had shuttered a little as if they were struggling against the greatest enemy to stay a lit. Physically, I remained calm and slowly arose from the couch to head into my car and go see what I dreadfully expected. In my mind I was going insane, every possible thought of terror and doom had raced through my brain and then headed back to the end of the line to once again sprint through my thoughts moments after the series of terrors in front of them had finished their laps through my mind. I have no recollection of how quickly I arrived at the collision but I remember as if I were there now, what it looked like.

    The car that had slid across the crystal clear ice into the oncoming Auto Transport was flattened and squashed like a giant had stepped its mile long foot on top of the car. That cherry red car belonged to my impregnated girlfriend whom was carrying my son, Ryan. She had fallen asleep on my shoulder several times whilst we watched a movie together, as we always did, but we didn’t finish this one because I forced her to go home early because she looked like her eyelids weighed more than the house we were sitting in. She looked a wreck and I didn’t want her to get in an accident, unfortunately I had let my emotions to cherish her overcome me and I waited too long to kick her out of my house. The last thing I ever said to my girlfriend was, “Text me when you get home,” which isn’t the worst but I wish I had ended up spilling out my soul to her and telling her how I loved her more than someone can be loved.

Author's Note

You never know when it will be the last time you see the ones you love so cherish every precious moment of life because it's marvelous, you just need to get off your high horse and learn to appreciate.

Reviews

[SRMarx]

So true. We do not know how long we have to live and we should cherish our time here more.