My world is a bubble and it is only big enough for me and you.
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It was still as dark as before, but the silence had disappeared. Slowly, the sounds were growing louder but he still could not identify any of them. They were all blended to one loud buzzing noise that was making his head ache. He tried to open his eyes and a strong blue light burn them painfully.
Then, he recognized the sound, an ambulance's siren, growing louder and louder, till it was yelling inside him. And it was in that moment he finally began to feel his whole body: an acute pain cutting all the way from the bottom of his back to the neck and another through his right arm. He could not feel his legs, though. And the sounds became a little clearer: random voices that made no sense to him, the siren still screaming in the back, pens clicking, car doors opening and closing. He felt he was moving and tried to look around, but his head would not move. He was on a stretcher, he realized. And he could only look up. And all he saw was the dense fog above his eyes as he entered in the ambulance. He was slowly stopping loving himself. And one day he would kill the man who lived in his body.
It was almost midnight and he was still driving. He was driving and he was blind with the fog of the night.
Lurking through the windshield, not a single car was seen and most of the lamps on the road were turned off. I must be the only one driving tonight. It was new year's eve, after all. He was driving slowly, but the same could not be said of the car who came from nowhere, from the right side of the crossroad. It came full of speed and it drove so close to his car that he put on the brake abruptly and cursed. When he was about to set the car in motion again, he heard a big loudly horn from a big truck behind him. From the rear view mirror, he saw two big yellow eyes approaching as the tires screamed in a squeaking voice. He took a quick glance of the car clock and saw it was already midnight. Then, he closed his eyes and all of a sudden, there was no light, there was no fog and no cold. Only black, sticky darkness. There's a sound echoing in my head. It's your heartbeat.
The night was cold as ice and fog covered the streets. This must be a sign, he thought, as we walked to his car. He took a deep breath and felt his lungs freeze inside his chest before he entered and started the engine. Then, he drove into the foggy night, blind as a mole. And blind as a mole he drove to nowhere.
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