The rain fell softly on the roof of the car, dripping down the windshield in front of her like tears.  Only the wiper blades passing by every few seconds kept her from thinking that she was crying, but her face was dry.  Ali had been sitting in her car, parked in her driveway, listening to the same song on repeat for the past 40 minutes, and though no one was home, she couldn't bear to go inside.  She breathed a heavy sigh as the song started again, and wondered what stepping into that house and seeing his things would do to her.  The drive home alone had put a ball in her throat so big she was sure she'd stopped breathing at one point, seeing the places they had been, reliving aspects of their life together.  Ali leaned her forehead against the cool leather of her steering wheel, trying to concentrate on the sound of the music and the wiper blades, instead of the multitude of thoughts that swam in her head.    But the words leaked in, and the turmoil continued no matter how hard she tried to focus her thoughts.    It was like a ghost was haunting her, taunting her with her own memories, and no matter what she did, nothing was going to make him go away.   She wished for the chance to go back, to go back and relive the last year of her life, so she could change things.  Change her life, change this moment.  It shouldn't have been like this, she thought to herself, still unable to leave the confines of her car.  It was supposed to be perfect, it was supposed to be forever.  She could still hear his first words to her, echoing in her head with each passing moment, a flood of memories washing over her with each word...
 

'I would die for you...'