It was like being in a car crash. We were fine. We were driving along, all happy and singing along to the music with our fingers locked together. Then all of the sudden, you looked over and saw another girl in the car next to us. Your eyes locked with hers, not mine. She looked over and then, boom. Next thing I know is that I’m in the hospital. You’re walking away with minimal injuries, a few bumps and bruises. Whereas I’m here in critical condition, with a collapsed lung making it feel like I’m suffocating. You walked away with everything in tact while I’m falling apart.
mrm // writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart













