The last time he saw her she walked backwards away, slim body swaying, hair like mist round her face. He cries for her. Some memories never fade.
The last time he saw her she gazed with tears of love lingering in her eyes. But her father told her no and she couldn’t disobey. She stepped away.
The last time he saw her the truck barreled into her body and flung her aside in a red mist of pain. He turned his back because her father swore he mustn’t touch her.
Memories find him still wishing he’d stayed by her side.