Breeze blowing, Goose bumps spread.

Glass,smoke and the smell rubber. 
A cold bottle lies upon his hands with eyes of suspicion 
Three bodies lay, broken, ripped, and hopeless. 
Dreams die and hope is lost. We question why as if it would have stopped him.

When high pitched ring over take her ears the tear down, washing her bleeding cheeks.
Looking over, his breathing slows. 
Their love was lost, hurt and so real 
Meeting his eyes one last time, she is pulled from whats left of the car.
stairs of horror flash their faces, they pray the two will make it.