He wished he could forget, he’d done his time & stopped drinking, but every time he drove at night, the boy whom he had accidentally killed with his car, stared at him from within the headlights.
I’ve been watching you.
I know where you go. I know when you go.
I know you, but, you don’t know me.
You will never know me, but, I will remember you.
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