ADAM:

She's gone. Not on a trip, or to work, or on holiday. Dead. That sort of gone.

It was all so sudden. Like some sort of nightmare, except this time, you can't wake up. This time, the damage is permanent. The car came. The car hit. Her last breath was taken.

She was my world. My one true love, lost to someone's drunken night out followed by what has to be the world's most reckless decision making. It was all over in a split second. A heartbeat. And the worst part - I wasn't even there to say goodbye.

I can remember the last message I ever sent to her. 'See you at dinner. Don't bring your purse - my treat ;)'. I guess I'm never buying her that delicious dinner now. I know what we would have eaten as well. She always ordered chicken. I always ordered steak. We always shared a cookie dough dessert. And now, we'll never get to do any of that again.

I can still remember her laugh, the melodious, tuneful sound that lingered in my mind for forever afterwards. A laugh I'll never hear again. I remember her smile - the way it lit up a room when she entered, and tugged at your heart if ever it vanished, even if only for a moment.

I'll always feel responsible for her death. Especially because she had been crossing the road to the restaurant we were meeting at when it happened. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

CAMELIA:

I don't blame him. I know he will, but I don't. Not even in the slightest. I should have been watching where I was going; should have seen the car before it was too late.

One day, we will have that dinner together. One day, we will be reunited. But for now, he needs to move on. Today marks the ten year mark. He needs to let go. To be free.