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Alexander stared at the phone number written on his hand. Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was promised a date with a very promising girl? But it was about 2 hours ago that she was wheeled into his E.R. Car accident. Of course. He rubbed his face, sighing heavily before glancing at the phone number again. Sometimes he just really hated his job.
"Hi Suzy…" Eventually he had mustered the courage to dial the number, listening to the rings that would eventually just lead to voicemail. She wasn’t going to pick up. "It’s me, Alexander. We met the other day and we… we were supposed to go on a date this weekend." He cleared his throat, feeling the lump of sadness already building up. He didn’t even know her all too well but he could feel the burden of a loved one passing away. “I’m—I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” There it was. There was the blurt of guilt he was waiting for. “I’m so, so sorry.” At the confession, the tears built up in his eyes had fallen and he was just seconds away from sobbing over a girl that he barely knew. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry that I had to tell your family you were dead. I’m—I’m sorry I never go to take you out this weekend. I… I booked us a nice little Italian restaurant, right off of the beach. I think you would have liked it a lot. I ordered roses and… and I got my car washed. We… we would have had fun. I’m… I’m sorry we never gave it a chance.” A beep ended the voicemail, and he tossed his phone aside to walk into the bathroom and scrub away the phone number.
