the crash

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I hate my job. i work all day, all my effort goes into my profession but i get no thanks. i went to school for two decades for this shit. no matter, it's finally friday. the weekend has come. i get into my car and turn on the radio. my favourite song turns on and i'm in a better mood in no time.
as i'm driving home, i see him again. his green skin glows in the sunlight. im suddenly smiling harder than i have in a while. i stare at his eyes, his lips, his ears, forgetting i was literally driving. it seems like i was only distracted for a second, but it's not long before an overwhelming sound fills my ears. my car crashed into the one ahead of me, the impact crushing the nearly entire front half of my car. my windshield shatters in front of me and my body is flung forward onto the rough concrete.
there are foosteps coming towards me, growing faster and faster every second. the last thing i see before i black out is him, standing above me. his figure blocks the sun, casting a shadow that gives my eyes a break from the beaming light.

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