Every single time I’m in the car, I turn the radio on. There hasn’t been a day in the car where I haven’t. Through tears and triumphs, not one day.

Until today.

No song could help heal the pain in my heart. Nothing would be able to do that right now. Not Anna, not Derick, nothing.

Because none of those things had the ability to turn back time.

Back to the night before where I was so mean and rude to him. Then it hit me. I thought he was saying sides. He was trying to tell me that he was going to commit suicide.

He only wanted to say goodbye.

And now he hasn’t the chance.