Why I Ran In Front of the Car

George was questioning me. He was catching on. He thought my behavior were suspicious. He knew. But he didn’t with whom and I wouldn’t break. Tom would come for me I knew it. He wouldn’t leave me to go West with this man I didn’t love. Any second he would come down the road in the yellow car he stopped by to get gas in. And he did. There he was, speeding. Speeding to me! He knew, God knows how, but George had caught on. I broke free from George’s grasp and ran out the door to my beloved Tom. I was so relieved and filled with joy. He chose me, he was coming for me. I didn't need to pack a bag, all I needed was him. In the glorious joy of the situation my judgement was thrown. The car was speeding because it was Tom who was driving to save me, not for any other reason. So I ran to the car and I stood in the path of it, waving it down and calling Tom’s name to show him I was here. I was ready. Through the blur of tears and joy the car was suddenly right in front of me. I heard the squeak of the brakes but it was too late. The impact was quick and painless. I felt myself in the air, floating in front of God’s eyes. In that moment I did not feel: the betrayal that my love had killed me, the confusion on why he did so, and the heartbreak of never getting to be with him. I felt relief of the burdens of the life I did not care to live lift from my shoulders. I thought the only escape from my situation was Tom, never did I think about death. But here I was, floating, in the air, absolutely and beautifully free.