1It Wasn't My Intention
Chapter 25. The story only has a few chapters left in it, so... boo hoo. Yes, I know, it's definitely sad, but life must go on. Shoutouts to all the reviewers.
Here goes.
Surrealism reigned supreme over the course of events rushing themselves through time, but it all moved strangely slow through Arielle's mind. Doctors, confirming the death in garbled tones only coherent to those around her... arms, embracing each other, her... tears, mixed with other tears, mixed with her tears, mixed with sorrow and regret and numb stupor that sank into only her senses, and no one else's...
She let it all attack her, sink in, let them say their pieces and be done with it. But it wouldn't be done in an hour or so. The family would need to know, the force would need to know, the arrangements for a funeral would have to be made... it would take days, weeks, maybe a month, even, maybe more. But it would go by like a lifetime, for those who had seen him moments before his death, and that was limited to just two; Arielle and Aiden.
It took its toll on Arielle just well enough. She felt as if New York City had collapsed on her chest and she would have to bear it proudly or not, go around displaying it to the world. But she had no idea how Aiden was taking it. She had been around Danny longer, know him even better, and she had just lost him too... was she as lost as Arielle felt? Would she show it?
Aiden looked numb. She cast her eyes around vaguely and answered absent-mindedly, a breakdown waiting to happen. Nothing prepared either of them for this, and they were both so shocked. Why can't he be there, help us out? Why'd he have to be the one to go? Why not me? she thought blankly and helplessly. It would be so much easier for us if he was still here, and I was gone.
Warmth took over her throughout the cold, sterile feel of the hospital, and she could have sworn she smelled Danny's cologne. Oh, God, no. Was she going crazy?
No. She wasn't. It was normal for people to see, smell, or hear something that reminded them of their lost loved ones, and this was what she was going through. She wasn't losing it.
But she had lost Danny. That was it.
It wasn't my intention to- kill him.
Was that what I did? I crashed the car, nearly killed us all then... wasn't looking, and that was when he had gotten killed...
She grasped the edges of her seat. I didn't want this. I didn't want this! I wanted him! I want Danny back!
But all she had was the memory.