It's been three years, and yet it still feels as if the tragedy could have happened a day ago. Trapped in a void of time, your life always circles back to this day, this date in time. One year forward, another, another. But it's the same date as it was when you woke up that morning all those years ago, got the invitation to The Other Girl's "Fun Winter Party", decided to go. This is the day her car slipped off that bridge, leaving the party, the exact date marking the death of Beatrice Prior. This day, December seventh, that somehow finds its way back to haunt you, too deep in the coils of your brain to dig out, or replace with some other, better memory. But I guess that's just how fate has it. Karma, if you believe in that kind of thing. Her death was your fault. anyways. Your voice casting words that must have still been fresh in her mind, even while falling. Falling so very far. The corpse was never found, you know. If it'd been a lake, sure, but she'd plunged deep into an unforgiving river. She's long gone by now, my friend.
It might have helped, you think. To have a proper burial for her. The least you could do. It's a sad thing, her death, in and of itself, but you must think beyond these barriers in your mind formed by society. We have been taught for so long- deaths of the young are so incredibly sad because these citizens had so many minutes left on the timers of their lives. You'd think people would have figured it out by now, the truer reason for so much sadness in deaths of people who've "died young". The explanation is, of course, because they're not the only ones who are dying.
I'm not talking about how mentally unstable you have been all these years past, feeling so much guilt that you've considered taking your own life as well. What I'm getting at is all the children, generations of them unborn, that will never come to be after her death. Think of how her genes would have began lives upon lives of new human beings, each resembling at least faint traces of her. Just think about that. Now, do you get it? That, stacked with the fact that you never had even the chance to apologize, beg for her forgiveness, are enough to make even the cruelest of people with the coldest of hearts shed a tear.