You're Forgiven

Remembering a friend.

            Her car sped off into the distance. She had left in a fury. Her eyes blazed with rage as I watched through her rearview mirror. I thought nothing of it; she always was emotional.  I just figured I would call and apologize later after she’d had time to cool off. I always did.

            After the sixth ring, I became worried. She never let her phone ring this long without answering, no matter how angry she was. Of course, maybe my actions on this level were somewhat more unforgivable. After all, I never thought before I spoke. Then again, maybe she had taken my words out of context. Seems like something she would do. Nonetheless, I peeled out of my driveway.

            Maybe the drive was what I needed to clear my head. I pulled onto the interstate hoping to find a way to pass the time. She’d see that I called and call me back eventually, right? I pretended to care that she didn’t answer, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry about it. Out of nowhere, a sea of flashing lights appeared. I tried to pull off to my right, but there they were. I tried to pull left, but they kept flashing past me. Finally, a clearing opened and I pulled onto the left hand shoulder. For the short seconds I could see, the road filled with ambulances and highway patrolmen.

            From this point on, everything seems to blur together. I can’t recall which came first: me pulling up to the crash or the phone call. It didn’t matter. Both hurt worse than I could have imagined. I saw the bodies there on the ground. At that moment, I’d never hated gravity more. The laws of motion did their best to deter the victims’ souls, but I chose to believe that they could still fly. I had to. Only hope was keeping me alive.

            Just then, with the worst timing possible, my phone rang. She had been in an accident, they said. They couldn’t release information to me. Even though I wasn’t family, I was the closest she had, and still was left in the dark. Without thought, I threw the steering wheel to the left and turned around. Leaving my car running on the side of the road, I threw open the door and started running. I ran until I could run no more, but something turned inside me. I ran until the policeman threw me on the ground. I fought him and broke free from his grip. I ran until I saw her.

            I fell to my knees beside her. This wasn’t the girl I knew. The girl I knew was strong and brave. She threw caution to the wind. But now, it seemed she was held against her will to the ground. She lay lifeless and frail, merely a shell of who she’d been just hours before. I swear at that moment, God could have stricken me down and I couldn’t have cared less. I screamed her name before all the world. I cried out to her, but her replies went unnoticed. I leaned over to her as my tears covered her face. With her resting in my arms, I kissed her softly on the cheek. I knew I could never be the same without her face, her smile, her heart.

            She came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t even bring myself to turn around. I didn’t think I could take it. She leaned over and whispered into my ear. “You’re forgiven” was all I could hear. And with a gust of the wind, she was taken from me for the last time.

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[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Wow this was amazing...great emotion in this write.
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