He hates me now, and there's nothing I can do to change it. Because mankind does not have enough technology to make a functional time machine, and if I had never truly regretted something in my life, I do now. I didn't mean to kill her. It was an accident. What am I saying? I didn't kill her. I didn't crash the bus, I didn't give her the flu, I wasn't even the doctor who prescribed the medicine.
The only thing I did was act human. I did what ordinary people do everyday. Although, I do it more than ordinary people. I went out and got piss drunk. I was even being a responsible human being, which is rare for me. I chose to do "the right thing," and called a buddy to pick me up. Even in my drunken stupor I was able to realize that driving home would have put my life, and possibly other people's lives, in danger. Instead the only person's life I successfully put in danger was hers. I didn't ask her to come. I asked her to get him. I didn't even want to see her face, and I guess I wont ever have to see her face ever again. This is so messed up.
If only I hadn't decided to get drunk that night. Or if I had remembered to grab my cane as I limped my way to the bus. I just wanted to get home and sleep it off, but she ruined it. She ruined everything. But I ruined her, and I ruined him. I killed my best friend's girl, and I don't know if he can ever truly forgive me.
I've realized that love, platonic and romantic, is the best and worst part of being human.