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The world ended when their lips touched.
Flesh presses against flesh as the two teens embrace each other. Hands caress bare skin, feeling every single contour of each other's adolescent bodies. Here they are, a girl and a boy. Together. Trapped into each other. A little teenage dream, sitting here in front of this fire pit on this summer evening the night before senior year.
Something tells them to break away, to remove themselves from the other person. And they do. They're left staring into each other's eyes, noticing so many colors in the irises of the other teen they've never seen before.
"Matt," the girl breaths, heart fluttering, breaths shallow. "What are we doing?" There's a short, pregnant pause as Matt stares into the face of the girl he's with. His brain is only able to think one thing: Lily.
"Let's go somewhere," Matt blurts. His eyes come alive with a spark that has not blessed his face in many years. "Let's do it."
"W-where?" Lily' voice is quivering with a blend of uncertainty and anticipation. "We've got school tomorrow."
"Who the fuck cares about school?" Something in Matt seems to give way, releasing long-repressed emotions. "We're young. We don't have to listen to anyone. We can do anything." There's another short pause as Lily processes what Matt just said. She takes a second, but it sinks in. And she smiles.
"Okay." Lily's countenance breaks way into a genuine smile, the first in a long time. Suddenly the two are in the driveway of Lily's little suburban house, her parents absent, and they're getting into Matt's little Civic. They look at each other as Matt gets into the driver's seat and turns on the engine. As they pull out of Lily's driveway, they both glance at the rear view mirror, watching the little house fade into the distance.
And then they look at the road ahead.
Twenty minutes later, Matt's driving down the highway. They've got old 80s albums playing over the radio. There's barely any cars on the road. Matt doesn't know where he's taking Lily, and Lily doesn't care. Yet they both know that somehow, inexplicably, things are going to work out. The future is bright.
Sting sings over the radio.
"I'll be watching you…"
They don't see the SUV to the right.
The impact completely devastates both cars. Matt's little Civic is sent hurtling towards the barrier, spinning out, glass shattering, tires screeching, metal scraping against metal as it rolls over the barrier and lands on its top.
For a moment, the dead of night is quiet. And then Lily comes to. She's bleeding. A lot. The substance that gave her life, made her into the person she is, is leaving her. Her eyes look down at her torso. The red stuff is just pouring out of her, pouring all over her white top and her blue jeans. Lily realizes that she looks like an American flag.
Suddenly her mind seems to dissociate from her body, falling into some pit she can never get out of again. The black shapes of the destroyed car seem to blur and contort into a hazy fog of nothingness. The last thing Lily hears is Matt's anguished cries. And then she thinks to herself, Oh.
And then she fell away.
