The Spring Eyes by Anastasia Antosevich

She was going back home
after another exhausting day at work. It was that dark spring evening when it had become warmer but the day still didn’t last long.
Indeed, she was fed up with her silly boss and drunk people. Her life came round year by year. And as always at spring while the whole world was coming to life, she felt more dead than ever. Mary acknowledged that her life was disgusting for her, but she had no powers to change it. Only at night, a weak moan could burst from her chest. 
A familiar way home, boring street and annoying passers-by that was all that faced her every day. Mary didn’t suffer anymore, she had already grinned.
She left her hometown four years ago, back those days she was resolute and passionate. She wanted to change this world with her ideas and save as many people as possible. Mary was studying medicine and was going to be a brilliant world-known surgeon when her life led her to the point of no return.
She didn’t know why she felt that way about him. Now she just remembered his light blue eyes like the spring sky. Tom was older 20 years than she. For her, that was even a benefit as he was smarter and more mature than every guy she had known before. The poor naive girl had been giving everything she could and even more, but at the end of the day, it meant nothing for him. The relationships didn’t last long, only three months, but that time was enough for her to get pregnant. Actually, these relationships ended after her message «Honey, I think we’ll have a baby». And Tom disappeared, he didn't answer on her thousands of calls and messages, her begging to come back and cursing him to die.
That was obvious that she won’t see him anymore for everyone but her. Mary gathered all her courage and did an abortion. And she cottoned on that she hadn’t killed the baby or her obsession to him, she’d killed herself. Mary didn’t finish university and didn’t become even a nurse. She worked in a cheap dirty bar as a waitress. She thought that was the only place where she deserved to be.
And she was wandering trough that fragrant spring street and the air of freshness and life stood around. She headed to cross the highway when in the middle of it she saw a tiny seven y.o. girl with a bouquet of white daisies. The girl’s eyes reminded her something familiar and close.
«These eyes — she thought, —  which were the reason for my sleepless nights and restless butterflies in my stomach. I’ve tried my best to forget that day when I met you. But should I really forget? April evening, my tipsy mind and you. We spent hours talking about literature, movie and our lives. The next day you gave me a dozen of daisies and fully captured me. I still have them, dried in an old book and hidden in the deepest corners of my soul. Unbelievable, but this girl has your eyes».
At the moment when she realized, whose eyes that were, a lorry was about to bump that fragile creature. A  thought appeared in her mind: «I won’t let one more person die» and Mary pushed the girl away and faced those bright headlights.