The Faded Road
The rain hits the asphalt. Hard. Cold. You are wet. You are bleeding. The blood is red. It mixes with the grey. It runs down your arm. You hold it. You do not scream. The world is loud. The sirens are close. They are everywhere. You are in the street. The street is empty. The cars are stopped. The lights are on. They are bright. They hurt your eyes. You see him. He is there. In the car. He is...
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