My life was boring.
Every day university, than part time job, after that home. Repeat.
But this didn't mean I wanted to die. Alas, fate had other plans.
I watched the zoom in truck with melancholy. How did a fuckin truck flew into a forty story building?
My gaze swept to the over bridge that stupid mayor build over residential area god know whatever the reason.
The truck seemed to lost its break as it flew down, the direction being my million dollar apartment.
I craved to run, but stupid anxiety of mine acted on its own as my foot stitched in spot.
I watched as the glaring headlight of the truck blinking twice before hitting on my apartment. The a boom, my vision turned dark.