So today is officially my one year anniversary of me and my girlfriend. I was taking us to a fancy dinner. I met Danishya when i was 15. We were best friends until we started dating when we were both 17. Anyways, I'm with the girl of my dreams when my car is suddenly t-boned. I'm fine somehow but Danishya isn't looking so good. In less than a minute there's already an ambulance and a fire truck here. I call out to Danishya but she cant hear me. She must be unconscious. The medics took her out and strapped her to a gurney. They didn't mind that i sat next to her on the way to the hospital. I couldn't do anything so I bent over and whispered in her ear "don't worry baby. You're gonna be okay. I love you so much." all she did was cried more for some reason and kept saying "oh God, Garret. No no no no". She must have been in so much pain. We got to the hospital and i followed them. I waited outside while they worked on her. I guess it must have been really bad because nobody said a word to me. Later, when they were done with her, i went to check up on her. I was at the foot of her hospital bed and i looked at her. Despite her being in some pain, she still looked beautiful as ever. She opened her eyes and she was looking right at me. But didn't seem to see me. I heard some doctors nearby, probably next to the curtain that they used to part the patients.
"Was there anyone else with her in the accident?"
"Yes. Male, 18, she said his name was Garret. He was killed when the truck made impact with his side of the car"
I couldn't believe what i was hearing. I looked at Danishya and then.. I realized.. She was looking... Right through me..
