trick. They were t-boned, spinning out across the busy street. She screamed at the top of the lungs, partly because she was frightened, partly because she was exhilarated. He closed his eyes, waiting for the moment to arrive.
But it didn't.
Sirens were wailing. Broken glass surrounded them. They had nothing to say to each other in the back of that ambulance. There was a bandaid on the cut on her forehead from the shattered windshield. He was unscathed, besides a few bruises from being knocked around.
When they were finally done trading insurance information and okay to leave, they both stood up. She looked at him, one last time, tears welling in her eyes. He stared at her, no emotion showing in his face. Without a word, they turned around and walked away, never looking back again.