"Aiden look out!" I screamed, but I was too late. I closed my eyes, waited for the inevitable sounds that would terrify me for years. First was the horn, then the screech of the tires. A loud thud. Glass shattering. And then nothing. Within a few seconds of nothing came the whispers. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, and I didn't dare open my eyes. I could already picture the scene in my head, the glass shards laying around all over the ground. Aiden's body mangled on the road. The people surrounding the scene.

I listened as the sirens started to get louder, closer. My eyes flickered but never opened.

'Please god if you exist please let him be ok.' I prayed. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek and got angry with myself. I shouldn't be crying. I should be helping. In some way I should have known, I should have ran after him. Stopped him some how. My legs froze up before I could even think though. I felt my heart ache, It was like someone squeezing all the air out of me. I let out a sob. Kept my eyes closed. Listened to the cops asking wat happened. Heard one of the people say

'I don't know that girl over there yelled I looked over here and then bam. The kid got hit.' But he didn't know the most important part of it. He didn't know why Aiden was walking away from me.

"Miss." I heard a gruff voice say. I didn't think it was to me until I felt his hand rest on my shoulder.

"Miss," he called again only this time it was more clouded. Almost as if my ears were closing up. Another tear fell. No. I had to stop crying. I need to stop crying. This time the man placed his other hand on my shoulder. I could barely feel it.

"Miss, open your eyes I'm standing right in front of you, you wont see the wreck I promise." The voice said. I tried to open my eyes but they were so heavy. I went to speak. My voice was too dry. I tried again only rasping out an

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Just if you can please tell me what happened. Are you hurt?" Funny he should ask that. I wondered if I should tell him I was dead. Not in the literal sense but I did feel it. I tried again.

"He, we were talking. I gave him bad news. He just, he walked away." I recalled the look on his face, the look of horror. The look of utter disgust, or maybe it was just horror. I only got to see his face for a few seconds. Those few seconds, I realized, just might be the last few seconds I could see his beautiful face.

"And that's when he got hit?" The voice asked. I nodded feeling yet another tear fall. The next one I could feel, but I smelt it. It hung right on the tip of my nose. I smelt the salt in it. The scene played over and over again in my head only it was different. I was in his place.

'Why? Why couldn't it have been me?' I wished it were. At least he would be able to move on. He had more than me. He had a life, he had friends, he had family. I had nothing. No one besides him would even care that I had gone. I felt the tightening in my throat get even tighter. I couldn't feel the grasp someone had on my heart anymore. It was like it wasn't even there. I tried my best to go over his best features, his beautiful green eyes. His strong structured face. His muscular build. The warmth he gave me when I was near him. It was gone. He lay in front of me, I hoped, and I didn't feel warm. I didn't feel anything. Not even cold. I finally got the courage to open my eyes. Only to take a peak. There he was, laying helplessly on the stretcher. The paramedics doing everything they could to do whatever it was that they did. My eyes wanted to shut again. There was too much blood. I had to close my eyes. Let me close my eyes please. My brain didn't listen, didn't even respond.

I didn't hear the sounds anymore. I went deaf. I had to. Nothing else explained the silence that was now so apparent. I watched them put him in the ambulance truck and that's when my body finally gave in to my needs. I ran to the truck asking one of the men where they were taking him. My brain had forgotten what the usual routine was for severely hurt people.

"To the hospital," the man said getting in the truck.

"Can I come in?"

"No I'm sorry." was all he said before closing the door in my face. It didn't hurt, maybe stung only slightly. But I couldn't feel enough for it to really hurt. My heart I couldn't tell if it was there or not. It felt like a hole in my chest, but, if I felt a hole then that meant something was there right. I looked around when I shouldn't have. I was all but too aware of the whispers. I couldn't hear them, but I saw them peoples mouths moving almost to quick to really see. I looked at all the glass spewed across the ground. I caused all this. I should have waited until we were home. Until he was safe inside his bed. Until I was curled up next to him. That would have been so much better compared to this, this horror placed before me. What if I never saw him again? What was I going to do with myself then? I figured everything out then and there. If Aiden were to die, I stopped breathing at the thought. But if he were to, so would I.