After a hour and a half, we pulled over to a gas station. I got out to stretch. Before Peter payed for the gas, I hugged him. I made sure I didn't squeeze hard enough to hurt his ribs. I looked up at him and could only think of one thing to say.
"If I had to go through this pain again, just to meet you again, I would. I couldn't think of a better way for this to turn out. You helped me stay positive, you made sure I knew what was going to happen. You even put yourself in a position where I could've died if you got hit wrongly once. So thank you," I pushed my head back into Peter's chest before continuing, "Thank you for being the biggest influence in my life."
The End
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