I knew what he was thinking. If only I could turn back time and take back all the words I said, he was probably thinking.
As I stood there, watching the men in white take away what was left of her, I heard him scream. As if someone had hit him instead of her. Granted, she hadn't made a sound. Her soul had quietly come away with me, which was very strange. Normally they are very loud and struggle a lot. People asked him to shut up but, how could he? Nobody could, or should. I understood his pain, because I've seen a thousand souls perish on this very road. If only he had stood there a little longer, or yelled at her for a few more minutes, she wouldn’t be there, all sprawled across the road. A dark liquid flowed out her mouth.
I couldn’t look anymore and walked away, because I knew. Knew it was only a matter of time before he joined us, before half the people who will hear his story joined us. Sigh, it’s difficult work. Really hard work. Sometimes I wish I could quit this God-forsaken job.
Tears sprang to my eyes. The living can’t see me and that’s what makes it so hard. I could have stopped her but she is vapor to me and I am nothing but a phantom to her.
If only he hadn’t yelled at her. She wouldn’t be in my arms right now, telling me all about her fiancé. Urg, don’t people wish for second chances? Isn’t it human to yell as loud as a bull sometimes, especially if your daughter is never going to speak to you again?