Fred floored the gas, all while he tried to comfort me. But all I could do was cry and cry. I could do nothing but take pity on myself. I couldn’t understand why bad things kept happening to me, it was as if the universe had turned against me. All I could do now was hope that I would arrive on time. I could feel Fred speeding up as I continued to ignore the sound of his voice. Honestly, I buried this vice so far inside my brain that I could make out a word he was saying and I didn't care. It had been selfish of me to leave but I couldn’t have known, he seemed fine this morning. I tried to ignore the memory of his scent fading. How could I have known it was going to be this fast? All I could do was cradle myself in a fetal position until I cried myself to sleep.
I probably shouldn’t have
