They had nothing to say to each other. Exactly what was there to say? They couldn’t just go out and say ‘Oh my god we killed him!’

That’d be acknowledging that it had happened, and that’d be claiming responsibility for it. Neither of things either wanted to do. All they wanted to do was go back to this morning and never agreed to go to that party that ended up being stupid anyways. They wanted to go back to the start of the party and not have that first beer. If there wasn’t a first beer, there couldn’t logically be a second or a third, or in their case, a seventh. Hell, they wanted to go to before they left the party and called a cab or got one of their sober friends to get them to drive them home. All of those things they couldn’t have done, but then they didn’t know that they would hit him.

It got worse, if it possibly could. Its one thing to hit a total stranger nobody knew, but it was another to hit someone that went to your school. Someone who everyone you knew also knew. Not that one was worse then the other to do, but it still made it a slightly different situation. In the first scenario, it’s a complete stranger, someone you have no emotional attachment too. But to accidentally kill someone your friends with, someone who your friends have dated, laughed with, partied with, had memories with, that’s quite another thing.

The phrase silence can speak louder then words definitely applied. Though they weren’t saying anything directly to each other, they both knew what other was thinking. Their unspoken words hung in the air. Ivy league colleges for him, any chance of becoming a politician for her. Amazing how your entire future that you’ve planned out for years, since you were little, could just fall to pieces by one action. No one ever plans for it until it happens.