She was in the car. Tender age of seven
Music playing softly in the background
she could hear it to this day.

Her father turns around in his seat to pinch her cheek
Her mother glances back with a smile, hands on the wheel.
Suddenly, without warning.
A deer.

It rolls over the car, and her mother swerves in fear and distraction
Into a large ditch
The car flips over and 
clear as day, she remembers
her mother's head punctures the glass, and visa verse
her father, crushed, slamming into the large oak tree.
her back, seething in pain.
A small, sharp pole that had been laying innocently in the back seat
Ripped through the foam seating.

Hours passed, and she heard voices.
But who...
Hope.
They could save her.
But not her parents.

How?
How does she live?
She was struggling

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She knew what he was thinking.
She knew it was over.
soon at least.
there was that solemn gray in his eye.
Yeah...that one

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He'd come back
Tomorrow
with something.
Didnt know what
But something
He had to.

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He bid farewell
But was this goodbye?