subject line: impact.


seattle, washington

The car was spinning. And I hope you’ll never know how that feels: to be staring out the windshield in horror as the world slips by, to feel the crunch as the car makes impact. I couldn’t breathe for a second after everything stopped moving, and dove out of the backseat. Everyone was rushing around, talking on phones, wrapping in coats, asking if everyone was okay, and all I could think about was you. Someone living a hundred miles away, yet taking up constant residence in my head.