Frailty

This happens to an updated writing from when I was roughly 16. Figured I would give it a little more "umph".

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I found him on my front porch, sitting in the corner, covered in blood, grease, and grit. At once I rushed over to see what happened, noticing his eyes bloodshot and misty, his t-shirt torn to shreds.

 

"What in the world happened? You look horrible," I exclaim, as I go about checking his wounds.

"I lost her. That's all that matters," he mutters listlessly.

"That still doesn't tell me what happened. You've gotta tell me something," I said with a stern look.

"She disappeared with the other half of our car, just right down the road, along the guardrail," he said with a sigh of remorse.

"Oh man, we have to call an ambulance, maybe we can get some help to her," I point out as I look for my cell phone.

"Doesn't matter. She was dead before impact." he exclaimed as he got up to walk away.

"How?"

"I told her I loved her," was all he said before he swept off into the dark.

 

All I could do was just sit on my steps and think.

The only thought that came to mind was,

 "Tough Love."

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I really really like this. Its a gross sort of humor, but I still like it :). Well written, I wish there was more.