It was a green arrow, and green always means go, and "don't walk" always, always means don't walk. But he walked. He ran. With his iPod drowning out the rest of the world he ran right in front of her car whilst she accelerated through the crosswalk. It was a green arrow, and green always means go. And her car struck him and sent him tumbling forward onto the asphalt. He was, of course, killed. That is, he ceased to be alive.
This was April.
Well he was dead alright. So dead. And she might as well have been - her life was over, anyway. You can't just drive your vehicle into another human being like that (even if it was an accident - even if he came out of nowhere - even if it was probably his fault). So there he was, dead, and she thought, "How lucky for him. I have to live with this."
You get that feeling in your gut, and it doesn't leave you. This was April - it will always be April.