Yellow jacket, reaching till her knees. Relatively easy to stand out in a crowd. Oh, how she was unaware of all the attention she was getting every day. Frosty breath was coming out of her nose whenever she exhaled. Her face was buried half in that black scarf while music was blasting in her ears. She was a fan of...Drake. Winter was at its peak. This town has nothing but snow to offer in January. Green lights turned yellow. She was patiently waiting at the crossroads. Red, and she started to cross the road.
The guy was drunk, and why not? It was Friday night. His dad gave him a car for the first time, and he was about to drop his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend at home. The music was loud here, too... what's up with high volume these days? His eyes started to close. His brain was too drunk to focus, and he was losing his grip on steering. He saw a girl in a yellow jacket. He did. But he pressed accelerate hard instead of break—the poor drunk unfocused brain.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXTDdNqH1m
But him.
He, the one man across the streets. He was watching them both as she was coming from the front, and the drunk guy was coming from his right. His eyes had been roaming around the streets for the last two hours. He was waiting for the lights to turn red and the yellow to come into the middle of the road. Waiting for that drunk brain to press accelerate. And took her life. He saw her coming...he saw him shining in his 69 Chevelle SS and taping his first finger on the steering wheel. Patiently. Everything was happening slowly in his eyes. She was about to take one step. He has to reach his optimum speed, and he could be able to take her life. But in this slowness, he saw her eyes, profound and doe. Her full lips hummed to a song he could tolerate, and her cheekbones turned pink. And air blowing away in the chilled wind. He himself pressed accelerate padel and Crashed his car with the drunk guy.
The noise was higher than the music. Everyone stopped, probably everything. He got out of the vehicle... He is wearing his black coat, blowing smoke from his half-finished cigarettes. Closing the door, death took the cigarette into his finger and went near her. Death looked at those afraid, dilated eyes and ordered to go home. That's how it works. If death gives you an order you call it a mercy and obey it. She blinked and whispered almost in an inaudible voice..."no. Hey, Siri call 9111."
Though it was her place of death, he took the drunk guy. He caused himself trouble—a lot of trouble. But damn, those golden brown eyes...
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December 16
Friday
20:59
nothing is special today. Ordinary day. Ordinary Friday. Which I have been seeking from the last year. Ordinary me. Me being me.
You dream all the dreams, wish for wishes, and I forgot about them. Life took over and responsibilities until one day, I looked back and saw I had everything I wanted ten years back. I have the exact laptop, books, pens, wall with lights and beanie, looks, even the place I am living at. I am living the dream I once saw. So I slowed down to write this chapter.
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