Closure (5)

It was a gloomy Sunday afternoon. She was walking alone, not really sure where to go. She just needed to get out from the suffocating walls of her apartment. As she was getting closer to a busy intersection, light shower started to fall from the sky. Don't have any umbrella. Not like it matters. With her thought elsewhere, she kept walking until, suddenly...
A loud crash. Metals twisted. Glass breaks. People shouting.
She stopped dead on her track. Stupefy in front of the scene of a traffic accident. But there was something else that made her heart drummed and her vision blurred. She was reliving her terror. The most dreadful day in the history of her life...

Rain had stopped a few hours ago, but the sun didn't seem to care to show up. The sky 4 p.m. sky was almost as dark as dusk. They were walking home together after a Sunday lunch. They were walking hand in hand, all smile. Anyone can see how in love they were, how they adore each other. 'I love you,' she said. 'I love you more,' he said. 'I don't want to be apart from you,' she said. 'Don't worry, honey, I'll never let go of your hand.' he said.
Suddenly, the sky opened up and rain poured down on them. They both ran and found a canopy to shield them from the rain. 'You wait here, I'll go and get us a taxi.' he said. 'No, let's just wait until the rain stops.' she said. 'Honey, the sooner we get home, the better. The rain isn't going to stop anytime soon, trust me.' he said. But, not sure why, she didn't want to let him go. She held tight to his hands. He smiled at her, a reassuring smile, and motion for her to let go of his hand. She had her grip loosen just a bit. He let go and ran towards the intersection to hail a taxi. She muttered, 'But you said you'll never let go...' when suddenly there were a loud shriek of car stopping suddenly, the sound of glass breaking, and people screaming. She ran towards the intersection. There he was, laying on the ground. He was still smiling, but it was a lifeless smile by then. There were pools of blood surrounding his head. His body laid still in a twisted pose on the wet asphalt. She couldn't scream. She couldn't say his name. She couldn't cry. It was a sight that left her empty. She felt nothing but emptiness. 

A hand touched her shoulder brought her back to reality. 'Are you okay, Miss?' asked an elderly woman. She managed a nod, although she was not sure whether she's okay or whether she can be okay. She ran home, slammed the door and sit motionless on her living room couch. I remember... she muttered. I remember.... That day, exactly one year ago, was the day when her nightmare sequences started. That day, exactly one year ago, was the day when her life stopped. That day, exactly one year ago, was the day she lost him.