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she was driving down the same highway, as always. she knew which traffic lights would usher her forward and which ones would tread on her progress. by the shifting gray of the clouds, she knew a storm was on its way. not at all unusual. everything was familiar, part of the same routine. but somehow it felt different, this chill surrounding her. her eyes seemed to move in slow motion, taking in every detail, the wind mocking her own breath. somehow she knew today was her day. "I must be emo or something.." she thought, laughing nervously at her own morbidity.

the truck came out of nowhere.

meanwhile, he had been at work 2 hours and was already dreaming of being home. he was thinking about her, how he didn't want to leave her this morning. sometimes it seemed silly, he knew just a few hours later they'd be talking about what to have for dinner. he smiled at the thought. a few minutes drifted by when he felt himself engulfed by an unexplainable presence. "What if it was the last time...?" he said the words out loud and immediately dismissed the paranoia.

the guy who'd hit her had been talking on his cell phone, in a hurry to get to work. he'd run a red-light, like he often did. she didn't know all this. all she knew was the horrible crunching sound still echoing in her mind, the flash of light in her brain. now she felt pain and she knew in a strangely impersonal way that she would be going into shock soon. the realization that she wouldn't be alive tomorrow settled in like a cloud. all she could think of was him. there was only one thing she could do, and somehow she hoped he would get the message.

the paranoia he had felt could not be shaken. he was sweating, trying to calm his mind. he knew though, deep down, that he would not see her tonight. he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door and instantly started sobbing, the pain in his heart growing by the second. he had to let her know. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!!! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.." he kept screaming the words over and over, praying she would hear him.

1 week later

she was so worried about him. it had been a week since he had seen that horrible accident. every night he had nightmares, reliving the event. it was too much for an 8 year old boy. he told her that the screams played over and over in his head. it was still unbelievable that a woman who had been impaled by a jagged piece of metal that shot through her windshield managed to scream "I LOVE YOU!" over and over for almost 5 minutes before her life faded. even more miraculous than that was that her new husband had been screaming the same thing at that same moment while he'd locked himself in the bathroom at work. if it hadn't traumatized her son in such a painful way, she might have been able to appreciate the tragic beauty of it all.