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i’ll be with you, david.

she woke up in cold sweat. the dream felt so real. it felt as if he was beside her. comforting her, telling her everything is alright, that it wasn’t her fault.

it has been 3 months since he has been gone. and yet, everynight she dreamt of him. dreamt of the times they were together and hating herself for causing it to end.

they were on their way to his home. she had just passed her license and decided to drive that day. though intoxicated with a few beers, she thought she could still drive.

all she remembered was them arguing on the way back. arguing about how he was picking on her spending habits all the time. how he was tired of being there for her.

tears welled up in her eyes. her vision blurred. the next thing she knew, she had swerved and had hit another car. she hit her head hard and blacked out.

when she opened her eyes, all she saw was white. too bright. she closed her eyes and felt her head throbbing. a dull ache. her lips were dry. her throat parched. she tried opening her eyes again and moving. but it hurt so much that she had to keep still.

someone kept calling her name. a familiar voice. she just wanted to sleep. to sleep away the pain.
however, the voice kept calling her. insistently. she struggled to open her eyes. she saw her family around her.

her mum cried and cried. sobbing that she though she will never wake up. for a second, she couldnt understand what was going on. then it hit her. she remembered the accident.

“where is David?” she managed to ask. she noticed her family giving looks to each other. she asked again. yet no answer. this time she yelled.

the nurse came in and gave her an injection. her world became hazy again. soothing and comfortable.

when she woke up again, they told her what had happened. she broke down. David was not wearing a seatbelt that day, when the car had hit the other car, David had flew right thru the windshield and thru the other’s car windshield. He died of severe loss of blood.

She broke down knowing that she had caused his death. She had killed the person who truely loved her.

everynight she cried herself to sleep. and when she does sleep, she dreams of the accident. over and over again. over and over again. rewinding like a broken tape.

she woke up in cold sweat. the dream felt so real. it felt as if he was beside her. comforting her, telling her everything is alright, that it wasn’t her fault.

she couldnt take it no more. she walked to the dresser and took out a bottle of pills.

she poured out the contents and swallowed them with a glass of water.

she calmly walked to the door and locked it.

“i’ll be with you David”.

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