He looks over at the love of his life, as she sings, "Drops of Jupiter", her favorite song. She looks so beautiful, with her blondes curls, like a halo, outlining her milky white face and pale blue eyes. He smiles, grabbing her hand. She glances over, then looks back at the blue sky.

"It's gonna rain," she says.

I just squeeze her hand looking back at where I'm going, just in time to swerve back onto the road. Not in time to stop for the light though.

I ran right into a mini van, which I could see had kids in the back. When I woke up, I had wires every where, including my nose, and there was a heart machine beating in time to my heart. In the distance, I heard another beating, slightly faster than my own.

A nurse came over, lifting my arm, and checking my pulse, seeing I was awake.

"Alice," I said.

The nurse pointed to a curtain across the room, where the other beeping was. Pulling off all the wires, I walked over, pulling the curtain aside, to reveal my love, sleeping peacefully, wires all over her. I bent down, kissing her cheek. I walked away, I would never hurt her again, I promised . . . never. As soon as I walked out the hospital doors, it rained.

High school 10 year reunion: I saw her. She was staring out a window, sitting on the bench where we first kissed. Her hair was short, black, and lifeless. Her face was ghostly pale, and she was skin and bones. All that was okay, compared to her eyes. Her eyes were distant, like a zombie. Even with all that, she was still beautiful.

She looked up at me, just watching, as though she wasn't actually seeing me. My friends from high school looked over at her.

"I heard y'all broke up after high school," one said.

"She came in with a bunch of people in scrubs around her," another said, "Actually they're still here if you look around."

I started walking towards her, and was almost there, when a women in scrubs got in my way. I looked down at her and was about to walk around, when I recognized her. She was the nurse from 10 years ago. When my life changed forever, because of me.

"Excuse me, but she's not supposed to talk to anyone, I'm sorry, I realize she must be an old friend, but she's not right." the nurse said, she looked at me hard, as if trying to remember where she's seen me.

I ignored her, stepping around. What the heck does she know about what's right and not right about Alice, oh that's right, nothing.

She was staring at me with those blank eyes, no emotion. I stroked her cheek, but as I did that, she let out a scream, I had forgotten how high pitched they were. I took a step back, as nurses came running from all over.

The one from earlier said to me, "I told she wasn't right. When you to got in that crash, her brain was damaged. She doesn't remember anything, she's gone crazy."

I spent everyday of my life, from then on, trying to make it up too her. Her parents would visit at least three times a week, and she began to remember them. Never though, did she remember me. Never once was there a look of recognition when she looked at me, with those still blank eyes.

The first day her parents came, I apologized to them. I apologized every time I saw them. They forgave me, but it didn't help much.

She died at age 78. 60 years after the crash. She died without ever looking a me with a smile, or bright eyes, or happiness. Always just blankness.

Her last words, as she stared out her room window, at the blue sky, were, "It's gonna rain."

That night, it rained.