Okay, okay. So you probably want to know about me right? Well my name is Nikki, I'm 23 years old and live in the suburbs of Pittsburgh. I also recently lost my best friend. I don't remember much about it actually. I was told there was a family in the other car and they we're all killed instantly except their son. He showed up up at my best friends funeral and he came right up to me.
"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" he said.
I looked at him and walked outside where he followed me.
"What are you talking about?"
Tears began to roll down his cheeks
"It's my fault, I let my mom drive and she was drunk. I could have driven and none of this would have happened."
I stared at him "It's not your fault, but if you ever need to talk to someone, here's my number"
I handed him a piece of paper and returned to my best friends funeral.