For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car, frozen to time as miniscule moments flashed before his eyes.

He began to remember fragments of a life once known to him. Of how the trees grew somber as the days became longingly unsympathetic, and how the snow felt against his enveloped back as his body fell to the harsh ground in a rush to create magical angels.

He remembered how his gloves never seemed to work while making away with a creation that never quite resembled a snowman, and how the lone rose bush behind the house had bloomed its only flower until he stubbornly picked it from its cozy pedestal.

He remembered how he rode in a wagon with a friend as their father eagerly drove around the block and how the train rushed by with each passing day, a marathon to be had.

And yet . . .

Gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.

"I'm sorry . . . I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down, blood spewing from his lips.

But what could he be apologizing for?

He remembered nothing at all.


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