"I'll see you tomorrow then?"
That was the last thing I said to her. She died 3 minutes later, right in front of me. A living, breathing beautiful lady turned into a mess of tangled metal and flesh within seconds.
Everything happened so quickly that I saw it in slow motion.
The screeching of tyres against the asphalt. The blue Honda Civic, spinning wildly out of control, hurtling towards the person I love. The stench of burning rubber, overpowering the haze that has been plaguing the country for weeks.
She never saw it coming. She never thought it possible, being part of a statistic of automobile accidents. She was only 27, with a bright future ahead of her.
She died on the spot.
The love of my life.
Gone.