2 Days After:
The red table cloth. Chairs. The woman sitting across from me.
"I want to see Lillie," I struggle to say. The woman's face goes from pleasant to uncomfortable. Eyes look nervously around. A sigh. Eyes looking into mine.
"You can't."
"Why?" I ask. A cough.
"She..." the woman looks even more uncomfortable. "I didn't want to tell you. I was hoping you didn't have the memories..."
"I can remember who I was with when the accident happened," I whisper. The woman looks at me sharply. "This is the only thing I can remember. I don't remember you. I don't remember what it was like before."
A look of hurt. Moments passing. A sigh.
"Lillie has passed away," the woman says. The sensation of shock. "She died from her injuries the day the accident happened."
I didn't have to ask about Riley. I already know the answer.
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Broken Hearts and a Small Glass of Lemonade
Short StoryMandy Gavala suffered from a broken heart before, but it was never compared to this. After her best friend, and boyfriend, die in a car accident that SHE caused, Mandy has to figure out a way to get back on her feet.
