If only it was me.
I walked into the elevator and pushed the button. I didn't know which, and I couldn't care less. I burned inside for what had happened.
The elevator began its slow climb.
I couldn't stop thinking of her.
It was my fault.
The elevator stopped and the door opened, but I didn't get out. I stood there, rooted to the spot.
I couldn't stop thinking of that fateful day. That day, that day, that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Well, at least that wouldn't be long.
I stepped out of the elevator before it could move.
I checked in my mind that I had done everything. The notes were left.
I stepped out, and I finally realized where I was. The fire escape where we kissed. The memories flooded in…
The kiss.
I stared out into the night.
The day. The truck. Why didn't I look?
I took my last breath.
The time we shared…..cut far too short…..
Her gravestone flashed into my mind. Samantha Puckett, April 12, 2009. Dearly Missed
The times she called me nub….
A smile crossed Freddie Benson's face as the cold, hard concrete rushed up towards him.
Freddie Benson, Beloved son, friend. April 12, 2010.