A couple of days afterwards I found myself getting more and more lovesick, and longing for the girl who had stolen my heart; but no matter how hard I tried to look, I couldn't find her.
I had all but given up hope.
Then I found her.
But not in the way I'd expected.
I was walking home from school, staring down at the pavement.
I peered round the wall.
Then I heard the screech of tyres, a dull thud and couple of startled screams.
I turned the corner and froze.
For a moment I stopped breathing.
I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone.
I couldn't grip it properly.
It slipped through my hand and hit the floor with a crack.
I was breathing heavily now.
I don't know whether it was the shock, or the guilt.
"Why?", do you ask?
Because the person, lying on the floor, motionless, in the pool of her own blood, was Joy.
And she hadn't seen the lorry because she had been staring over at the lamp post where we'd first met.
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and then Add to home screen.