We've been in a relationship for about 2 years now. We both were I'm community college and lived together in the bonus room above your grandparents' house. Our relationship was really healthy, and we made each other so happy.

One day, you call me telling me you were in a crash. You told me not to worry about coming though because it was on the highway, and now traffic was backed up.

Now, about 30 minutes later, I've parked my car where I could, and I walked all the way down the highway just so I could get to you. I see you sitting down in the back of an ambulance, tears in your eyes from being overwhelmed. I run to you.

I kneel in front of you and gently take your head in my hands, "Braelie, are you okay? Oh my god, I can't believe..." I trail off as I run my hands over your body to see if you were hurt.