"My girlfriend died," he says, feeling like he owes her this - his own pain
to shadow hers - "And I was driving. I was angry with her. It was
raining. I saw a gap and steered for it, but I was never going to hit it.
For...the longest time, I wished that I was dead. Not actively enough
to..." He swallows. "But I wanted it. More than anything. I wouldn't
have fought it."
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Date: 2017-04-18 12:14 pm (UTC)"My girlfriend died," he says, feeling like he owes her this - his own pain to shadow hers - "And I was driving. I was angry with her. It was raining. I saw a gap and steered for it, but I was never going to hit it. For...the longest time, I wished that I was dead. Not actively enough to..." He swallows. "But I wanted it. More than anything. I wouldn't have fought it."
Even if he had, in the end.