Brain cried as he looked at her. Her face so pale, so cold. He was holding a rose. He never thought this would happen. It was just one night, he thought. He thought that it was so sudden and it was all his fault. He had drank to much and she wanted to go home. He had to drive, it was his car. Just like that it happened and he had only wished he could go back. He wished his life was taken instead of hers. He stepped foreword and he grew pale also. He fell to his knees and wept hard grabbing her hand. He finally stood up and looked at her for the last time. He leaned in and kissed her. He then yelled to the sky, ” I’m sorry Angela! I wish it was me! I love you!”. With that he put down the rose and moved her hands so she was holding it. He forced himself to turn around. Whipping away his tears he started to walk away. He turned back once, just as he had done when he first met her. It was almost like love at first site. Now he had nothing, and it was all his fault.