How could you? How could you leave me like that?

The accident was bad enough. Too be left alone, though, was a deeper horror than anyone could know. Should know.

I see you every so often. Most people wouldn’t believe it, but I do. You go through the motions of your old life, your life before it happened. But there’s no emotion. No passion. No love. No hate. No anger, tears, regret. Nothing.

Unless…

No, I can’t tell you these things.

You have to find out for yourself.

You have to want to.

Or you’ll never move on.

I look at you and often wonder who was the more fortunate. Because even dead, I am more alive than you will ever be.