I wasn't that much of a fool, blinded by the thought that something extreme such as a street race could surely help me. I knew how reckless I was the moment I stepped on the accelerator.
I knew this wasn't a safe option. I knew there was gonna be a risk. But most importantly, it was a "street" race, not a professional race.
There was no safety procedure. No insurance. No rules. It was just the driver and their skill.
Thus, telling a greenie like me that I would get by without a scratch was akin to telling people that Hell had frozen over. And it wasn't like I was playing it safe either.
But, what had I got to lose?
Other than this life which I held no value on, I had nothing to hold me back. Nothing to keep me on my feet.
So, if this could be a relief for me to finally be freed of this hollowness I had been engulfed in, to return back to the starting point where I settled in pain and haunted by the past memories, I readily bet my soul on it.
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