something. Twisted body. Long, dark hair. Sweatshirt. A knife slices through my gut, solidifying my fear. I hit a person. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” My breath catches. My heart races. My arms and legs tingle. Numbness washes over me. I feel like a bystander on the side of the road, watching this happen to someone else. I race over, drop to my knees, and check her pulse to make sure she’s still alive. My thoughts go straight to my future. I’ve fucked up, and there’s no going back. Deep down, I know who it is. My hands tremble as I pull back the hood. Her beautiful, wavy hair feathers around her
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