When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.
I walked out of my hospital room and asked a nurse where Owen was.
But she told me his body had already been released to his parents.
Just like that, I never even got to see him one last time.
I had not even had the chance to say a proper goodbye.
In the end, Owen never got to go to the same college as me.
He died in the year I loved him most.
And left me missing him for the rest of my life.
*****
Later, those debt collectors were sentenced for aggravated assault.
For a while, my family's life returned to peace.
Owen had protected me with his life one last time.
