Flowery Lies

“I want to be with you forever!”

She smiles, pretty as a flower. Even in the puddles of spring rain atop the wet sidewalk, her reflection makes my heart swell.

“S-sorry,” the girl says, glancing away with a sweet blush, “that sounded like something from TV huh?”

Wow. Even her laugh is perfect.

“Nah, on TV that kind of line is always so forced.”

A soft laugh escapes my lips. I take her hand in mine. It fits as if it were made to. I continue to speak.

“I can tell you really mean it. I-”

Time halts. A flash of light and squealing tires rage from behind the girl of my dreams. I don’t even have time to warn her. All I can do is push her aside as hard as I can.

I hope I don’t hurt her. Pretty flowers are so delicate.

The out of control car speeds into me. Through the pain, only one thing is going through my split-open head:

Static. That girl’s voice.

I want to be with you forever.

I want to be with you.

Forever.