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Caused by a Car

By @ColorfulAlpaca

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The sentence keeps repeating itself in my head. “You have no idea who I am, and you never will.” The words cut into my heart. It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. “Corbin,” I say, zipping my bag. “What?” He asks quietly without meeting my eyes. “What did you say? The day I got here?” He turns around. “A lot of things,” He replies, “to you?” I roll my eyes. “Of course to me, why would I care what you say to anyone else?” His faces flushes. “I said I’m not the same person,” he says, not meeting my eyes. “About me.” I throw my bag over my shoulder. “I said you shouldn’t have come. Because I’m not the same person you became friends with,” He says, his face hardening. “About me. Not to me, about me.” He lifts his eyes to mine, and frowns. “I said I doubt,” He pauses, struggling to keep his eyes on me. “I said I doubt you’re the same girl who I was friends with,” He says finally. “I think your coma changed everyone.” I cross my arms. “So this is my fault?” I ask. “Of course not,” Corbin replies. “I’m just saying be more careful, you’re lucky you didn’t die.” I roll my eyes and look away from him. “I’m lucky!? What about you? Aren’t you happy I’m alive!? I thought we were best friends,” I say, “I thought you cared.” Corbin sighs. “We were friends. And I do care, which is why I never want to see you again. It’ll just hurt you,” He replies. “Were!? Corbin! You never want to see me again!? How do you know!? I want nothing more than to see you, you’re my best friend!” Corbin shakes his head. “No,” He says, “I was your best friend.” He hands me my bag and opens the door. “Bye.” I stare at him, not being able to find the right words. “What!?” He demands. “Have a nice life, Corbin.” I shut the door and start walking down the hall. I can’t believe him. I drop my bag and race back to his room in his apartment. He groans. “I know it’s you, Ava. Go away,” he says. I don’t answer. Instead, I bang on the door. “Ava!” He exclaims throwing the door open. “Move,” I say pushing him out of the way. “Listen to me.” Corbin shakes his head. “Ava, I’m going to call the police. Get out!” I laugh. “We both know you won’t do that. Now listen,” Corbin crosses his arms, but doesn’t respond. “You are my best friend,” I say, “you are a good friend, you tried to save me, you did everything in your power to save me, or at least make me happy. You are a good friend, a better friend than I’ll ever be, and if you want me to leave, I will, but just know you will always be my best friend, no matter how many friends I make in the future, none of them will live up to you, you set the bar so high.” He smiles. “Thanks. Now get out.” I cross my arms and refuse to move. “You can’t make me leave.” Corbin laughs softly. “You’re right. I can’t make you leave, but you will.”

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