The Restaurant

This was inspired by an event that actually happened to one of my friend's friend that I do not know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! --Cello freak 23:48, July 15, 2011 (UTC)
The old man went over to that restaurant again. The last restaurant that his 16 year old daughter celebrated her last birthday in. She was supposed to be 21 today. He chose a simple table at the corner by a window with a nice view, and silently ate. Then something caught his eye. A group of young girls, all around 16 years old, was singing "Happy Birthday" to a specific girl at the very end of a long table. A cake was being bought out. 
He stared at the girl. Blue eyes, like her. Brown hair. Like her. A wave of sadness passed over him like a tsunami. He gripped his hands on the table, staring upwards in order to not let the tears fall. If he hadn't been so careless. If he had paid more attention to the god forsaken road. If he had saw that truck coming. 
Her last shout ran out in the air, "Dad!" A deafening crash. The wail of an ambulance. Shouts. Questions. Sobbing. 
Him, telling her that he was sorry, over and over again, while tears was streaming down his cheeks and the ambulance made its way to the hospital.
Her last words, "I love you, dad. Thanks for the best birthday ever." He held her hands in his, mumbling reassurance. Telling her it was going to be OK. Telling her that she was fine. And then she was rushed off to the emergency room.
He's pacing at the waiting room along with his wife. He's crying. The doctor came out. A simple shake of his head. And then his world came crumbling down. He can't breathe. He can't do much of anything but break down and sob.
"Sir, would you like more coffee?" The waitress's question bought the old man back into reality. 
"Uh, no, thanks," he mumbled. "Check, please." As the waitress nodded and walked away, he thought of something. "Wait. I'll take the check for that table over there also," he said, pointing to the table where the girls were celebrating. The waitress gave him a weird look before heading off. 
After he paid both the checks, he headed out the restaurant, feeling at least a little bit better than before.
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