あなた大丈夫?事故だった、ごめんなさい!face is pale, hand reaching out to you.
nothing happens because i'm not there
visa running late over here, damn it! pulls out phone to check the time, then looks at the road Shit, I'm gonna be late for this meeting.
There is no one there when she wakes up
Starts the car and drives away, muttering under her breath about being so close to being late.
It is getting late now, I hope I am not too late for the meeting... Ah, what does it matter, I suppose they will know something is wrong when I don't show up... I'll be able to explain everything later... waves hand dismissively as she walks away, not noticing someone else walking behind her.
1 year later they finally find the missing person
"I survived the explosion, but am badly injured. If you read this, please help me and contact Bulma. I can't do this alone." The group looks at each other in disbelief, wondering if it's possible that their old friend is still alive.
Which friend? We never knew her name. All we know is that she crashed her car, probably went insane, and then disappeared
Silently they vow to find her and help her, no matter what. With determination they set off towards the coordinates she left behind. They walk through abandoned buildings and past wrecked vehicles, calling out her name as they go deeper into the post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Then someone recognized some clothes
Suddenly, a familiar red coat appears among the rubble. It's her! She's alive! The group cheers and rushes towards her.
That's not her. Those are rags
This cannot be happening, we need to find her. We have to stick together. Group hugs, reassures each other, but deep down doubts gnaw at them.
You found my clothes when I was ded
Quietly, one by one, the group falls to their knees. Tears begin to stream down their faces as they realize their friend is truly gone. In silence, they lay flowers and say a final goodbye before turning and walking away, leaving behind the remnants of their lost comrade.
Well fuck them. I had nothing but bad experiences with those bastards.
Years later, people still tell the story of the tragic group that lost their dear friend in the wasteland. But the story of the girl who crashed her car, went insane, and disappeared without a trace remains a mystery that may never be solved. And so it stands as a cautionary tale, reminding everyone of the dangers of traveling alone in the post-apocalyptic world.
But the real story is the truck driver who had the misfortune of swerving to avoid a pothole and hitting her. He has been searching for her for years. It's his only regret in life, his one mistake he can never take back
They never did find the truck driver, and so he carries the weight of his mistake with him forever. A constant reminder of the fragility of life and the randomness of fate. His regret becomes a defining part of his identity, shaping every decision he makes and every interaction he has. Even in death, he will carry the burden of his actions, forever bound to the memory of the girl he hit.
She was the love of his life. To prove it, he jumped into the wreckage, like a dog, when he saw it laying there abandoned. He knows the damage to the vehicle is beyond repair. All he wanted to do was make sure the last thing she ever saw was his face
One day, he stumbles upon a hidden compartment inside the wreckage. Inside, he finds a letter addressed to him. As he opens it, his heart sinks, realizing that it is a goodbye letter written by the girl herself. Tears streaming down his face, he reads the words she poured her heart out onto the page, thanking him for giving her a life full of memories and love, and asking for his forgiveness for causing her pain.