The Path Untaken

While I was contemplating how to fix my broken relationship, I got run over by a bus. That’s right I got run over by a bus. Well actually it was just a car. And it didn’t run me over it just hit me hard enough to send me sprawling out into the middle of the street. I told people I got run over by a bus because that makes for a much better story of how I met the second love of my life. The car that hit me was a blood red minivan with a license plate reading JAB5562. I was sure to memorize all of that in case those bastards tried to run. They didn’t. Suddenly the doors of the minivan from hell were flung open with distressed cries following close behind. My vision started to blur in and out. I couldn’t see anything clearly. All I felt was someone lifting me into their lap and shaking me. Whoever it was seemed worried but not the type of worried I was ready for. It was a genuine care for human life not worried as in I’m-going-to-jail-for-running-over-some-poor-bastard worried. My ears were ringing so I could barely hear the words being whispered in my ear. After a minute I caught snippets of what the person was saying. The person holding my head was a girl with a lovely voice but I didn't hear her until she stopped speaking to me and started talking to her father. “Are you hurt? Dad! Call an ambulance please!” She was panicking over me but I didn’t feel badly hurt to be honest. I didn’t feel any need to go to the hospital; I was fine. I had to stop them from going nuts but I could barely open my mouth. “Wait don’t.” I barely managed that out. Even that short phrase came out as a husky ghost of my real voice. All of them stopped murmuring to hear what I had to say, “I’m fine, just need a short rest.” My ability to see was also starting to return. At first I thought I was hallucinating. It was her! The same girl I remembered from my earlier hallucination. That image was branded into my memory from that day forth as the day my life was changed forever. She sat kneeling, elevating my head slightly with tears lining her eyes. She was absolutely beautiful, even more so than Ashley. Her eyes were kind with a radiant glow clearly visible in them. Though her heaven kissed eyes were brown, they had a golden radiance that set them apart from the eyes of so many other people. Some people say that eyes reflect a person’s soul. If so her soul was pure; a kind, loving spirit. This girl had incredibly fair skin, neither pale nor tanned, it was the most perfect skin tone I had ever seen. The skin glimmered like it had been laced with diamonds even in this dark street lighted only by a few dimly lit street lights. In embarrassment of hitting me with her car, her cheeks were flushed rosy red, more pinkish really. Under her forehead, she had two very thin eyebrows that had been carefully primed and plucked to perfection. Between these eyebrows began her short, round button nose. The nose was angelically curved in the perfect way. Then, just a little bit under her nose were her luxurious, glossed lips. I could barely smell the essence of watermelons on her breath as she took rapid, shallow breaths. I could feel her heart beating from the hand gently cupping my head. It was a rapid thud that echoed though my cranium time and time again like a drum beat. It was absolutely hypnotic. She had long straight brown hair though it seemed a straight deep amber or golden brown opposing Ashley’s bright blonde curly hair. The two girls were complete opposites. They gave me different feelings yet the feelings were somehow similar. What the hell was happening to me? I shouldn’t be thinking about this girl at all let alone these types of feelings. My senses had finally returned to me just in time to hear her speak clearly. “Fine? I just ran you down. You can’t be fine. Now shut up so we can take you to the hospital.” She was frantic, yet even like in that state, her voice was as delicate as snow. It seemed like her voice would shatter if disturbed but I wouldn’t dare disrupt those lovely sounds. For a moment, it was almost as if I lost my voice again. I found my voice just in time to answer her. I chuckled, “Heh heh heh. You’re the overbearing mother type aren’t you?” I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay right there with her but if I didn’t get up, she would probably drag me to the hospital by my ear. I stumbled up to my feet. My bones were stuffed with lead chaining me to the ground. She rose to a standing position much more gracefully than I had. She wiped her tearful eyes on her arm. She didn’t have a sleeve because she was wearing a translucent white color crop top with a tighter white tank top underneath just in case a pervert tried to look there. I blushed when I realized that, guessing that I probably shouldn’t be looking there unless I wanted to hand in an application for that position. I couldn’t help but take another glance at her figure. She had denim shorts that barely made it a third of the way to her knees, not in a slutty way. Instead it was in a playful beach day way. Those images of first meeting her would plague my mind for quite some time to come.