Prologue;
'No, Allie! Don't!'
But it was too late. The green truck couldn't pull the breaks on time and hit her. He screamed. The sound of hurt and shock echoed through the crowded streets.
People stopped dead in their tracks. Some got out of their cars, some were too shocked to even move.
Silently, he walked up to the middle of the streets. He felt hundreds of eyes burn in the back of his head. Moms covered up the eyes of their little kids, and a few businessmen hung up their phone. The truck driver got out and put his hand over mouth.
When he reached her, a tear fell from his cheek onto her bleeding body. He kneeled down next to her. Her eyes were closed.
'Oh, Allie…' He cried.
He cried. The sirens blasted through the street. He laid his head down against her side. He was too shocked, too taken by the moment to notice her breathing steady again.
And it wasn't until paramedics lifted her up and away from him, he realized it.
'SHE'S ALIVE!' He screamed.
She was alive. But things would never be the same.