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THIRTY-SEVENTH

Someone gripped his fingers. Through the unconscious haze, he knew who it was. He wanted to open his eyes and look at her. He wanted to hold her and tell her how much he missed her, how empty his life had been since she died. But most of all he wanted to wake up.

Alex remembered the day he met Sam. It seemed like such a long time ago, on that cold autumn day. It had been an accident that they had even come in contact with one another, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, or so he liked to think.

A shrill noise seemed to embed its way into his brain. Alex Kinsey turned his head and glared as the alarm clock came into focus. He reached a hand out from under his blanket and yanked the cord from the outlet.

“Shut up,” he groaned, sliding his head underneath his pillow. He half expected it to start blaring again, even though it was unplugged.

Alex hissed when his cell phone, which was right next to his head on the mattress, started to buzz. He looked at the screen and immediately answered it. The voice on the other end was shrouded by static, but he knew it was important.

“I’ll be right there,” he said after a few minutes.

When he hung up, he sighed and rubbed his face. It didn’t take long for him to get ready, dressing in a black shirt, jeans and black converse. Once he grabbed his keys and jacket, he was out the door.

His car was a dark-blue Nissan with grey interior, leather seats, and a sunroof. Once he slid into the driver’s side and started the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and started toward the hospital.

Alex had been driving for ten minutes when he hit an intersection. His car was the only one there, so he hit the gas. Then someone appeared and he jerked the car to a stop.

Jade-colored eyes narrowed and pink lips formed into a thin line. When she put her manicured nails on his hood, Alex couldn’t help but laugh. He wasn’t sure why he thought the situation was funny. He glanced at his watch, sighed, and rolled down his window when she came over to him.

“You should watch where you’re going,” she said.

He frowned. “I should say the same about you. I’m sorry I almost hit you.”

And just like that it was over. She had walked away like nothing ever happened and Alex knew there was no way he’d ever see her again.

If only he had been wrong then maybe none of this would have happened.

The End

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