As I looked across the sidewalk I could see his hand in Martha’s. How could this happen again? Yes. It was the second time I had seen it. Why hadn’t I left him? Because I couldn’t, without him I wouldn’t have my job. I wouldn’t have my three story house. The only reason I had stayed with him was because I simply couldn’t stand to let him go. I still loved him. Martha turned to kiss him on the lips and that was when it happened. The car swerving on the road, going onto the sidewalk, hitting Martha and Jim. Killing them instantly. Killing them! I couldn’t bare to see them lying hopelessly on the ground, all I could do was give him a hug and a kiss goodbye. I couldn’t stand being there so I ran home. I couldn't care less about Martha, but it was Jim. Jim’s life down the drain. How could this happen? Yesterday at this time Jim and I were watching Forest Gump and everything was perfectly fine. And now sirens and crowds surrounded them. The thing that hurt the most was the way Jim had died. His hand in Martha’s. NO, It was suppose to be her hand. We were supposed to die together, not Martha and him. The last words he had said to me was………….No, I couldn’t think of him any more. It would only make it worse for myself. That is when I was sitting on my couch upstairs when I heard a siren outside my door. And then a knock. As I opened the door all I could think of was Jim, wondering if this man’s visit was because of him.
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