Did I become too easy a catch for you or didn't you trust me enough when I said you were anything but a rebound? I'd always asked you to be open about what you felt, but you seemed to do it only when it made sense to you.
It was 7.03 a.m. It was a junction. It was just past the traffic signal and it had been green when I crossed. Everything happened in a blur.
A 'fictional' retelling of a story that many of us would have seen, heard, faced, lived or probably long forgotten.