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October 30, 2010
The car swerves and I'm lost. Somewhere beyond my existence there's an impact and a crunch of metal. It doesn't matter. I can't see anything but her, can't smell anything but blood, can't feel anything but cold.

It takes years for the world to come rushing back to me. It should be overwhelming but it's not. I'm cold. The car is frozen in the middle of the road; I must've put it park without realizing.

 I get out and walk away, slumping down to sit by a lamp post as warm liquid trickles down from my brow. Blood.