Contrary to popular belief, I remembered everything. I remembered the smoke, the burning metal, rubber, and flesh. I remember the screams for help and the orange flames consuming everything they touched.
My boyfriend was just in a really bad car accident, a drunk driver hit him head on, car's totaled. He's in the OR in critical condition. He's everything to me & one of the only things I have left. He's literally the reason I don't self harm anymore and he's the reason I'm not depressed. We've been together for four years. I love him and I don't know what I'll do if he doesn't make it. I don't know why I'm posting this, I just need support or something. (THIS IS NOT ME.)