An Intertwining Past

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
A quick story from creative writing.

Submitted: January 02, 2013

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An Intertwining Past

 “It is better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all”

I was about to tell this man, a complete stranger, something that I had never told anyone before. I was about to tell this stranger about the day that the man I loved died. It had been like any other day of our lives, except it was our three year anniversary together. He said he had a surprise for me, grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of our apartment.

When it seemed as though we had been walking for hours we turned the corner. There in the middle of the empty field was a picnic set up. We sat down an enjoyed a glass of white wine and a delicious chicken alfredo lunch. I was mistaken when I thought this was the highlight of my day. As I got up he reached for my hand. It took me by surprise when I looked down and he was reaching into his pocket. He stayed down on one knee and opened up the black velvet box. Encased inside was the perfect diamond engagement ring.

It should be no doubt in anyone’s mind that I said yes to his marriage proposal. After that exciting moment we cleaned up the picnic and began our long journey back home. I could not have been happier, but that happiness was about to end. My now fiancé had ventured only a few feet in front of me when crossing the street. I glanced away for barely a moment when I heard the horn blare. I glanced back up to see the car hit him. The day that was supposed to be my happiest was turned into my worst in a matter of seconds.

As she was telling me this story, there were details that seemed so familiar. It was a day that is foggy to me because I do not want to remember what happened. I had been driving home for lunch with my wife and daughter. It had been an exceptionally stressful day at work and I was in a rush to get home. As soon as I saw him crossing the street I slammed on my brakes and thrust the palm of my hand into the steering wheel causing the horn to blare.

I swerved trying to avoid him, but it was no use. I had hit this woman’s fiancé. Of course, at the time, I had no idea who he was or that he had been engaged just moment prior to this accident. I rushed to his side while calling 911, but it was too late. The impact had flung him into the air and when he hit the ground his skull was fractured.

Although I never saw her face that day I know that it the same day that she is talking about. She doesn’t know that I am the man that killed her fiancé. I want to confess my guilt, I want to apologize, but I cannot bring myself to tell her the truth. I try to tell her that I’m sorry, but it is murmured and the truth remains unknown. 


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