• I peered at the bright ceiling above me and I couldn't believe it. I wanted to open my eye but I never said that I wanted to be here. I wanted to wake up from my dreaming to a better place, not the same torturous place where I was trying to escape from. I could hear the heart monitor to my right, the light beeping reminding me that my heart was the weakest it had ever been but on the inside, my emotional heart had stopped the night I walked away. This was what I understood. Daniel and I would never be, my chances with him lost long ago and my death was just a reminder of that. Now that I understood that I was willing to bury those emotions along with my no longer beating heart. I was ready to start a new life, a clean slate and no emotional ties to anyone. It was during this thought process that a doctor walked into my room, I had no clue where my parents were but I didn't much care at all.
    "I see that heart transplant came along smoothly, seeing as your awake your new heart is working splendidly. Good thing we got your old heart out when we did, you would have been dead days ago if so." I was beyond shocked when I heard the doctors words. Here I was thinking of it as a figure of speech but in all reality I did get a new heart and a second chance at life.
    "Are you trying to say that I survived that accident doctor?" I blinked a little, of course I survived, I was in the hospital bed breathing, listening to my heart.
    "Well from what the medics in the ambulance said, you died for less then a minute, but of course your alive. Does this not prove that enough?" The doctor chuckled slightly tapping his pencil on the heart monitor.
    So, that Friday night, I died. No doubt about it. I died physically and emotionally and now I've woken up to a new heart and a new life. I was going to make sure now and forever, I'll be Walking Away from the ones I love. Not for me but for them. I've experienced what it is like to die and I'm not about to let them suffer.
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    I stared at the open castigate, this was inevitable. I knew it from the night of the accident, she was to die. A sentence more cruel for me but its not even remotely close to what I deserve for the pain that I put her through. I led her on constantly and it was for me not keeping here at my house that she was in the accident. It was for me inviting her over that was the reason. If she had went directly home after the dance she would still be here and I would still see her smiling face everyday, the honest reason I would get out of bed every morning.
    I stared at her body, the white dress she was wearing complimenting her pale skin. I could see on her face the scars of the accident, the proof that all of this was real. She was the only one wearing white today. I know now she's in a place I cant hurt her anymore. And for the rest of my life I will resent everything I put her through and I will hate myself every day for not making her happy the way she made me.
    I placed my arm around my only support system now.
    "Come one, we both loved her and staring at her for too long will just cause more pain then necessary," Celeste whispered in my ear. I supposed she was right.
    "Elizabeth was a selfless person, always thinking of us more than herself. Our happiness was her priority," I looked at her long brown hair that was gentley placed on her shoulders, I noticed one strand over her face and I reached down and pushed it back in its place. "There we go, no flaws."
    "She would want this," Celeste gave a forced smile.
    She was able to walk away and no matter how much I try to follow, I'll always just be walking. Walking in a random direction, always getting lost. She however knew what she was walking away from, she had a path and I... I will stop causing her pain. I wont walk, I will fall and I'm not getting up. I'm not following anymore, its the least she deserves.
    Celeste left to give me a moment.
    "Elizabeth, I should have told you Friday night the same thing you told me. In my words, here is my confession. Elizabeth, I shouldn't have let you walk away. That was like me telling you that I don't care. I should have grabbed you by the hand and turned you around and explained. Elizabeth, I love you!"
    With that I began walking away in my own direction, no longer following her. She deserves better and now she has it. I'm not about to destroy that for her.