There was nothing that she could have done. That’s what the officer said. Stuck in the left lane. Semi on her right. Bronco barreling down on her at breakneck speed. He fell asleep and crossed the median. It was rush hour traffic. Every lane filled with commuters headed home after a hard day’s work. She had nowhere to go.
The paramedics said it happened so quickly. They she didn’t feel anything.
He didn’t either.
He laid his cheek against the rough oak and placed his hand over the carving where he had once traced hers. His hand engulfed the smallish outline of her fingers and palm. He slowly traced his index finger over the initials carved inside the handprint.
A tear traveled down his face and rested in the corner of his mouth. It tasted bitter to him. “It should“, he thought. Bitterness was all he had left inside. He pounded his fist in anger on the old tree. Screaming so loudly that nothing audible emitted from his lips, he buried his face into the split of the large branches.
His world had disintegrated. She was leaving him. He knew that. Not this way. She had changed these last months. He saw a difference in every aspect of her life. She tried to explain. He couldn’t hear. He wouldn’t hear. No one told him how to live his life. There was no changing him. It was a fad he surmised. Just a salve for some guilt she struggled with. That he would never understand. She was perfect in his eyes. She stopped seeing herself through his eyes. She said she still loved him. He couldn’t share. He wouldn’t share. He’d lost her heart to someone else.
He wiped his eyes and opened his clenched fist. Buried in his palm was a note. She’d begged him to read it. He was afraid of it’s contents. He had put it off then. Now he had time.
I’ve found someone who loves me more than anyone else.
I have given Him control.
He has my heart and my soul.
He has given me eternal life in return.
He loves you too.
Let him change your life as he has mine.
Why hadn’t he listened to here while he still had the chance. It wouldn’t have mattered. What remained of his heart knew that. This new life had worked for her. It made no sense to him. Where was this eternal life He promised? She said she had given Him control. Now she was gone. She said that they could be together forever. Now he was alone.
He pressed his fingers against his lips. He touched them to the initials carved in the old oak. He closed his eyes and kicked the chair from under his feet. He hung from the tree above the spot where they had once held hands and planned their future. He glanced at the initials as he slipped into unconsciousness. He thought of what the initials had meant.
Only one problem.
There was no changing Lane.
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