I take a deep breath knowing there's no going back from what I was about to do.
I'm about to let someone see me. The real me. The dark, broken me. The me I've kept hidden from everyone for over ten years.
He places his hand on mine and gently squeezes it, giving me a reassuring smile.
"We were supposed to have dinner at home that night, but I insisted we go out. My dad tried to persuade me to eat my mom's food," I pause, my voice breaking down at each word. "But I insisted."
"They agreed. We got on the way and I was happy." I chuckle as I wipe a tear that escaped. "I didn't know that was the last time I'd be happy. On the way, as I was told, a driver was so drunk, he had lost control of his car, then collided with ours. Our car went over so many times."
"When the ambulance came, they safely brought me out. But my parents-" I hesitate, my voice just below a whisper cracks as I remember that night clearly.
