Left Behind at the Crosswalk of Life

Summary

I'm just about to cross the street when the pedestrian light starts flashing. I hesitate, unsure whether to make a run for it.

Wendy Sherman, my girlfriend, and Sawyer Young, my close friend, have already crossed to the other side. I'm the only one left behind after the pedestrian light changes to red.

They reach the other side of the street without looking back at me once. A black car speeds past, splashing mud onto my pant legs before I finally react and take a step back.