Shattered

Part 2

It wasn't my fault.

We were just walking down the street, enjoying the ice cream that we had just bought. I made a casual joke about Miku's ice cream- just saying that the teal shade matched her dyed hair perfectly. She seemed irritable; she shot back a sarcastic reply back at me. Attempting to lighten her up, I elbowed her playfully. Big mistake.
I don't know if her grip was really that weak, or if she was just holding it loosely, but her ice cream slipped out of her grasp, falling to the ground with a splat. Her eyes filled with rage, and she pushed my ice cream out of my hands. Zimi's olive eyes widened as we began to fight, right in the middle of the sidewalk.
Sometime in the middle of our bickering and pushing, the charm on my bag broke off, arcing through the air like a shooting star. I didn't care much then- but Zimi did. She rushed into the street, attempting to salvage the symbol of our friendship.

I never saw the crash. What I do remember is Miku's eyes widening, her hands falling limply from my shoulders, the shocked whisper of "Oh my god Luka.." And the sound. The sickening, horrible sound of bones cracking as the truck hit her. Hit her, poor little Zimi. The kindest, sweetest girl who ever lived, killed by me and Miku's petty squabble.

Maybe it was my fault after all. And I'm sorry Zimi. I'm sorry.