do was fall and crawl towards him. Tears rolled down my cheeks like little icicles against my skin.
I made my way across the street stumbling on my own feet but at least able to walk with the snow plowed. He’d landed safely on the side of the road. I could hardly look at him. My Simon. A tangled up mess of blood and flesh. No. This isn’t him. It can’t be.
As much as I didn’t want to believe it, I knew he was gone. I put my hand on him to try to feel his heart, or his breathing, but he remained still. My shaky, freezing hand softly swept across his wet fur. I could still feel the warmth of his life that would soon be gone forever.
I should call mom. I should do something about this. I can’t just sit here…
But I did. I sat on my legs next to him and buried my face in my hands. I screamed to the car that hit him. I punched the soft white snow around me, and let my body melt into the snow.
I pleaded to God, why did this happen? Why? What did Simon ever do to deserve this? What did I ever do to deserve this?
It then came crashing down on my mind that I was the only one to blame. I’d left the gate open when I shoveled the driveway. I’m the reason he got out. Then, I called him over to me with the road in between us.Stupidly, stupidly, stupidly, I had called his name when he was across the street. I wasn’t even thinking. How could I be so selfish? How could I do that to poor Simon?
I drowned in my tears and sunk deeper into the snow and let it surround every inch of my body, no longer caring if its sharp coldness cut my skin. I kept my eyes closed so I was in a way disconnected from the world. One sense muted from this awful world that had strangled my happiness.
It wasn’t until my mother shook me that I regained my consciousness. I looked around confused and freezing cold. I saw Simon in front of me and remembered everything.
“Its okay, Julia,” my mother’s voice was weak, and we both sat there mourning over our lifeless best friend.