He was walking home from the bar at night, in the middle of the road. I pulled over and asked if he needed a lift but he said he lived right over the bridge. I recognized him from the bar he was buying everyone shots (he just turned 18). I wasn't drinking and I was going topick pick up another friend. As I pulled away I noticed a car coming in fast off the bridge. My window was still open and I turned to see him go flying just like in the gif. Car threw on the brakes for a second then decided to get the fuck outta there fast. He was in pretty bad shape, his shoes went flying and he was twisted like a pretzel. 911 had me get his wallet and get his name since he couldn't talk just gurgle up blood. After a few minutes some other cars started pulling over and im just holding this guy as these random girls are screaming and crying and im covered in blood. I remember the exact moment he died because he sort of shook and them went limp and lifeless. Cops and paramedics came shortly after. They actually found a piece of the car that hit him in the ditch and since it was a less common, older car they could track down the fucker who sped off. I followed the case to make sure they found the guy cuz I needed closure I think. Shit didn't even hit me until a day later at the dinner table with my family, I just broke down.