She was a young woman, twenty three with the world in front of her. Just finished getting her degree, and was working on a fun project funded by a little no name company.
And then she died.
On August 4, 2016, Lily Monroe was walking down the sunny streets of Santa Monica with her newly dubbed husband. She laughed, she smiled, she looked up at the bright blue sky.
And was hit by a person more focused on their phone then staying on the road.
She lay there, taking her last gasping breaths as her husbands hand clutched hers with desperate words to stay with him.
She tried, tried to keep her eyes open and focusing on the light his beautiful green eyes.
She died.