Disclaimer: Not mine.
I don't remember much about that night. I dont' remember her talking to me in the bar, I don't remember her offering to drive me home. I couldn't tell you what we talked about in the car.
But I remember how suddenly we were spinning, in the road and my head hitting something, the door I guess. I got out, dazed, drunk, and looked around. There was this truck sitting in the middle of the intersection.
I walked around the car, and looked at her, her door smashed in, the blood on her head. I just stood there.
And I cried.