The opposing headlights flooded my view. The entire world engulfed in a blinding light.

A moment later it was gone. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, all I could think about was my heartbreak. My daughter was asleep in her carseat in the back.

The minutes passed by as I navigated the blackness. The reflective paint from the road as my only guidance. My mind wandered endlessly through the anguish with her mother.

Had she really never felt anything for me? Was it really all a lie?

Everything we’d built together. Just a lie?

My eyes were heavy as we navigated those northern roads. The only route through this desolate and untouched land.

Suddenly her and I were sat around a campfire.

We shared a joint. And she was so beautiful. Such a fixture of my world. Nowhere else was her beauty so on display.

I was so proud of her. She struggled a lot with self image, but in these places somehow she overcame it.

My gal.

My beautiful gal.

Suddenly the bright lights of the oncoming truck filled my view.
In a panicked moment I tried to react.
I tried.
I failed.

As we collided, I felt myself lifted from my seat.
In the moment before I contacted the glass, my life was played before me.

I relived the love that had lead to my daughter.
I saw what my fiancé had presented to me.

The imposition I had replaced her with was everything.

The life I had assumed seemed so assured.

And then it was over.