We were driving, the music was so loud. You hate loud music, but you let me turn it up anyway. It was the radio. You don't really like that much either, but for road trips in the snow, loud radio is essential. That and sandwhiches. We were gonna get those, I think, because my stomach was rumbling, thundering...got such a mind of it's own. We drove so fast.
Where the hell were we going anyway? I don't think I knew. I think I just followed you there, just how I always do. Always the bright lights up ahead. Always another stretch of dirt and concrete, disappearing into the orangey darkness. Always another snowflake slapping the window, only to be shushed away by the wipers. Always.
I began to forget all before this moment, all that I was expecting to come. You were slapping your hands on the steering wheel to the music, and I had my head against the cold window, humming to the song. I liked that song. Very much. Secretly, you liked it too, though you scowled at me when I turned it on. I don't even know.
Interruptions. Let's ruin the perfection.
There was another car. Another snow flurry. Another light. A slam. The window got hot, and it didn't feel good against my temples anymore. The music was gone and all I heard was a loud shush. No sound. All sound. Everything. Everywhere. You were gone. I was in the snow. The car was next to us. I think we crashed. I kept thinking that you were okay, and I wasn't. I was bleeding and it hurt, but that was okay because you were okay...
