SIMON MINTER IMAGINES ✅

3. absquatulate

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He left without saying goodbye. It was my fault. I wanted​ to take that trip to France. I was driving.

I was driving over an icy bridge when I lost control of the car and went through the guard rail. Simon went through the windshield and my legs were crushed. I managed to push through the pain, open the car door, and crawl towards him.

He was laying there with his eyes open. Blood painted the snow a horrifying red. I held him in my arms against my chest and cried. He was my whole world and I lost him.

I'm paralyzed from the waist down. My legs never healed.

That was super short sorry 😬