"She was so sad, and I didn't know
what to say or do. I think she counted on me to be the one person who would
always say and do the right things to help her, but I couldn't. I just thought
she was looking for flowers. I didn't know she was going to go. She was drunk,
just trashed drunk, and I really didn't think she would drive or anything. I
thought she would just cry herself to sleep and then drive to visit her mom the
next day or something. She walked away, and then I heard a car start. I don't
know what I was thinking. So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry. I know you loved
her. It was hard not to. " (Looking For Alaska by Green, J. 2005)
Aidan just stared at me in disbelief for a quick ten seconds before looking away. Both palms covering his face, holding back his tears, his
shoulders began to shake. I tried to reach for him but he just pushed me away.
“She counted on you, Isa. She trusted you! How could you just let her walk
away? How could you just let her die? She was just 18, Isa!” Aidan started
screaming at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. I was taken aback. Never in my
life have I seen him in this state, so much anger and all I did was look down,
not even trying to explain myself.
“She was just 18..she was just 18”, Aidan kept on repeating in a whisper, to himself.
I stood there in silence. I didn’t move, I didn’t say
anything. What could have I possibly said to change anything? Maria was gone.
She was dead.
And it was all my fault.
- For MRitaF.
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