Alexa sat there on the ground. Thunder clapped, and lightening broke the darkness of the sky. The rain fell with her tears as she clutched her knees and buried her face. Her shoes were caked with mud and her eyes were red. Her hair was messier than it normally was, and her clothes were wet and filthy. Sitting there in that open field was not a smart thing to do, but she did not care. Lightening should strike me. I'd get to see him again at least. Why did he have to leave now. I just wish I could see him one more time. This was one of the worst days of her life. What could have been worse than losing the one you loved?

As she headed home through the storm, a car stopped on the side of the road. She quickly approached it because she recognized the driver.

"Hello Mrs. Thomason," she said holding back her tears.

"Alexa," she began quietly. "I want to know, exactly what happened." She looked incredibly upset, yet she could not cry. Alexa felt so bad for her. She could not cry for her only child. Her son, Roger had died and she had alacrima. She looked as if the one thing she wanted right now was to cry, cry for Roger. Cry for her family. Cry for the emptiness in her heart.

"He was in an accident," Alexa said on the verge of tears. "A d-drunk dri-driver hit his c-car from the front. Head on collision." She bit her lip and closed her eyes.

"Why don't I give you a ride home?" Mrs. Thomason asked. Her pleading eyes were more than Alexa could handle. "You're soaked and you're probably freezing. The heater is on and I don't want you to get sick. You're parents are most definitely worried, now let's get you home."

Mrs. Thomason had treated Alexa like a daughter ever since they had met. Her first child had been a daughter, Rita, and she was very close to Roger. She died from blood poisoning and the Thomason family had never been the same since. Her urn was on the mantle and they always looked upon it every night. Roger and Alexa had been best friends for seven years. To Roger and his family, she was like Rita, and they loved her. As their friendship progressed, they began to like each other as more than just friends. After finally admitting this to each other two weeks ago, they acted as if nothing has happened. Just five days ago, though, Alexa was talking to Roger on that same field where she had just been crying. She kissed him that day and had never felt better. They had been going out for a while. Now he was gone, and she could never apologize to him after their fight. Yesterday they were fighting as friends do and she looked at him and yelled ,"I wish we had never met! I hate you!"

"You think I feel any different?" he asked, his stormy blue eyes clouding over. "I don't see why my family treats you so well. They've obviously never seen this side of you!"

"I don't need you or your family to know that I matter!" she shouted throwing her arms into the air. "Good!"

"Fine!"

"Be that way!"

"I will!"

He slammed the door and hopped into his car. After the tires screeched on the wet, slippery driveway, Alexa ran onto her front porch and watched him drive away into the cold wet night.

"Be careful," she said, although he was too far to hear. "The road's slippery. Don't drive so fast."

She had cried on her bed for a while. Then she got the phone call that she would never forget.

"Alexa?" The voice was harsh and shaken. "This is Roger's dad."

"Yes?"

"Come over here," he said coughing. "There's something you should know."

Alexa lost no time in driving to their house. She didn't care that the road was wet. She just wanted to arrive as soon as possible. She swerved onto the driveway and ran up the gravel path leading to the front door. As she raised her fist to knock on the door, it opened. Mr. Thomason was standing there.

"We've been expecting you," he said, gesturing toward the sofa. Mrs. Thomason was seated there, holding a small cloth to her nose as she gazed into the flames. She slowly raised her head up and looked at the urn for a moment and pressed the cloth to her eyes, as if she hoped to cry.

"Where's Roger?" Alexa asked looking around.

"That's the reason you're here," Mr. Thomason said. "R-roger was driving home and he called us. We were worried about him driving out there, with this weather and what not, and while we were talking to him, he was just cut off."

"It was horrible!" Mrs. Thomason shouted. "His voice just stopped and we heard nothing. Nothing at all."

"So where is he?" Alexa asked, eager to see him.

"Alexa," Mr. Thomason put a hand on her shoulder. "We went to find him and we found his car. It was on its side and inside- inside- " He began to sob uncontrollably and his wife hugged him.

"We have to go see him in the hospital. You have to come with us. Come on, I'll drive."

Alexa tried to comprehend it all. She choked back her tears and followed them into the car. Through the heavy rain, it seemed as if they would never reach the hospital. Seeing out of the windshield was impossible; yet, the building soon came into view and Mr. Thomason parked in front of the door.

Alexa rushed out of the car and ran into the hospital. Mr. and Mrs. Thomason at her side.

She slowly entered the room Roger was in. The way he was so still as he lay on the hospital bed was spooky. There were blood stains on his shirt and his lip was bleeding. Alexa stared in awe at him. She put her hand to his cheek and eyed him. She gasped when she noticed the deep gash on his leg. The sheets were blood-stained, and Roger looked so pale.

"Why?" Alexa whispered, stroking his auburn hair. As if by magic, she noticed the scanner that was measuring his brain waves. They were normal. "Oh thank God," she said breathlessly.

A nurse entered the room holding a clipboard. Her red hair was pulled back into a bun, and her face was covered in freckles. Her dark green eyes scanned the room, and her bright red lips quivered as she spoke. "He should be fine. He'll be here for a while, but he should be fine."

Mrs. Thomason hugged Alexa and smiled.

"He'll be alright," she whispered into her ear. A huge smile had covered Alexa's face, and she approached Roger's still body on the bed.

"You'll be alright. Can't wait for you to be back. Everyone'll be so happy," she muttered, holding his hand softly, but firmly. A small tear rolled down her cheek and dripped off, falling onto his.

It seemed as if nothing could ruin this moment. This moment that had made everything better. Sadly, it was about to get worse. A long beep came from the scanner and Alexa looked over.

"NO!"

All that ran across the screen now were straight lines. Never ending, still, long, lasting, lines.

"No!"