132 It Was My Faul

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"We always found a way to have a good time. Perhaps that's where it went wrong," said Stephen, finding a spot on the ground to stare at as he spoke. "A couple months ago, we had this little get together for a few friends. Nothing huge, just like ten of us. We had some whiskey, but only a small amount that someone lifted from their dad's cupboard. Enough to get us all buzzed but we soon ran out."

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"Now, one of our friends, Rob, had a fake ID and there was a gas station not far from we were, so him and Danny hopped in the car to go get some more alcohol. I knew that Danny was buzzed, but Rob was practically staggering as he got in his car. I asked them not to go, but they assured me they'd be fine. They weren't more than half a mile down the road when they crashed into a tree. Both of them died."

Stephen looked down, crestfallen, remembering the scenes of that night. The wreck of the car. The flashing lights of the ambulance. The hysterical scream of his Aunt Linda.

"I just go back and forth in my head all the time. What if I had just tried a little harder. Would they have gone? Would they both be dead now? Would I have lost my best friend?" Stephen sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

Grace wrapped her arms around him wordlessly, holding him to her in any effort to remove some of the pain. He buried his face into her light brown hair, not only because her scent was comforting but to hide the tracks of his tears.@@