We left normal time, and then we went over to the park so that we could call the school for each other. After doing so, we walked over to Bruster's for some ice cream, good thing I always keep money on me. I got two birthday cake scoops and one cookie dough scoop, while Lucy got Neapolitan, one chocolate, one vanilla, and one strawberry.

"Thank you Kevin, this has been fun. I needed a break." She said as she dug into her chocolate scoop.

"No problem, I did too. Maybe we should do this more often." I suggested, being hopeful.

"Yeah, we should, and summer's coming up soon, only a few more weeks. What is it? 3 weeks? 4 weeks?" Lucy asked.

"It's about a month left." I informed her.

"We're almost there, and I'm currently on my 20th second wind." We laughed freely now.

"Who isn't?" I asked still laughing. We were just talking and laughing for hours until lunch time rolled around, then our growling stomachs forced us to stop talking about the good old times, and start talking about food.

"Wawa?" I asked, because frankly, Wawa is life.

"Sure!" She replied with, happy to put some food in her stomach.

"Okay, I'm buying." I told her since I didn't know if she brought any money with her.

"I'm going to repay you later." She told me.

"You can't." I said.

"Well why not?" She asked completely baffled.

"No one can repay me, I don't let anyone repay me ever." This was the truth. I believe in giving and not receiving, especially receiving money.

"Come on! There's got to be some way!" She said getting frustrated.

"Nope." I said popping the p. "Come on, lets get some grub."

"Fine." She said, not satisfied.

When we walked over to Wawa, I asked her. "What do you want?"

"I think I want a quesadilla." She told me.

"Okay, and I think I'll have an Italian cold cut." We both go to the same touch screen and order our food. Once we're done, we get two sodas, since they were 2/$3, and then hoped in line. We finish paying and head over to wait for our food, we were 832. Her quesadilla was done first, so I told her to start heading over to the big oak tree just across the street, I'd be over there as soon as I was done.

"Okay, I'll see ya in a few!" She said.

"Right back at ya!" I said with a laugh, then a little more serious. "Just try to be careful."

She laughed. "Careful? What's that?"

Laughing with her now. "It's kinda like safe."

"Safe? Hmm...maybe." With that, she left. My gut told me to follow her, don't let her go alone, but I ignored it. The one thing I regret most of all. Whenever your gut tells you something, you better freaking listen.

I got my food and went to the door, when I heard it. I heard the screech of tires against the pavement. I heard the thud as man and truck collided. I heard the scream of agony. I sprinted over as fast as my legs could carry me, for it happened right in front of the oak. I held her, I held her in my arms, tears streaming down my face with no shame. She was alive, barely, I dialed 9-1-1 and handed my phone off to a bystander, unable to speak to anyone but Lucy.

"Lucy...? C-can you hear me...?" I ask, scared.

"...Y-yes..." She responded hardly audible.

I took a breath of relief, then seeing more of the blood, sucking it back in. "Lucy, 9-1-1 is on the way, it going to be okay. Your parents love you." Then taking a moment to steel myself a little. "I love you." I knew she was going to die, 9-1-1 wouldn't be able to save her, not with that damage.

"...I...know..." She was struggling to breathe. I held her close, not wanting to give her up to wherever her soul may go. We stayed there in silence, her dying, me crying, those words, they were the last she ever spoke. Soon after she grew cold, the kind of cold where it leaves you empty, leaves you heartless, leaves you unable to except this reality, some go mad from it, and I know why now. I wish I didn't, I wish I didn't know half of what I do know. I wish so hard that it was me instead of her. I wish I had trust my gut. I wish I had run out there and stopped the freaking pick-up truck. I wish, I wish so hard. I was ready to end my life too, make the emptiness painful hole go away, and just end my life too. Though Lucy would have slapped me, she would have said. 'How dare you even think such a thing, you've got more to live for, I found my meaning, find yours.' This hurts to talk about, I mean, what would you do if the one you love, is now the one dead in your arms, the one you held as they were dying, how would you feel? It hurts, but at the same time, it makes me feel empty and lost. I must stop here, I cannot go on, I cannot, and shall not. I am sorry to cut you all short, but I cannot. Thank you for giving my story the time of day, but I can't keep writing these things down, it hurts, and I feel as if it just makes things worse.

                           ~Kevin Smith