just when it can’t get worse
The plan was this. I’d get to see the dogs in the morning or so, go for a walk and then go for dinner at 2pm that I’d managed to re book at the last moment. However things didn’t go to plan and no did I think they would.
1pm came and no word
1.35. Getting tight now. Things are served pretty prompt.
1.58. “Are you home”
I reply and the she calls. I was going to say this is harsh and fucked up even by her standards.
A crash. Squeal of tyres. She’s had an accident.
Cue me going into rescue mode. She’s 4 miles away.
The other guy is there and both visibly shaken. Details have been exchanged and I’m just there waiting for the police to come.
She said I shouldn’t have come but come on. How could I have left for dinner like she said I should do. I ignored the shock aspect dealing with the fact I wanted to give her a hug and a shoulder to cry on but it wasn’t wanted.
The dogs were visibly shaken and sleepy. So much so they didn’t even go mental when I was talking to them. That’s the worst bit.
I drive her back to her friends and say goodbye. It’s that sort of good bye that says thanks for everything and it’s goodbye.