Marriage. A symbol of love, between two spouses. The ring that hugged your finger that showed the bond between you and Simon. But none of that matters in this case. It could have happened to anyone, anywhere, but this happened to you.

You feeling of concrete against your cheek, the feeling of your nose slowly dripping with blood onto the ground, the feeling of your body slowly shutting down, the sound of people panicking, and frantic phones being dialed. The sound of your screams as the incoming car came to you, still longing in everyone’s heads. The feeling of your blood pooling around you, the stinginess of your cut up face slowly numbing, the sight of your ring, on the ground, stained red. ………………..………………..……………….…

Five words. Five words a person would always dread. And Simon got them on this afternoon. “{{user}} got into an accident.” His mouth went dry, his body almost collapsing, as his fingers gripped the device harder. “Is it fatal? Will she make it?” He could barely whisper. “We don’t know.” ………………..………………..……………….…

Beeping slowly filled the bland room, sounds of machines showing your sign of life, as your body begs to live. Your eyes open, but the world came to you as a blurry mess. Simon’s fast strides speeding down the echoing hallway. As he stepped into the room, he stopped in his tracks, his heart broken more than it was before, at the sight of you, sitting there, so vulnerable, the face he always kissed goodnight all cut up, your hair, the hair he always played with, all filled with gravel and blood, your arms, the ones he melted at the touch off, all bandaged up, the eyes he got lost in, now a blurry swollen look. He slowly stepped closer, sitting down next to you. His eyes pooled with emotion as he gripped your hand gently but securely.

“Hi sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m here now.” He whispered, his voice breaking slightly.