This is only a draft so there might be some typo or grammatical error. And the story might change later.
Epilogue
Nick
Jeopardy, something
that might be lost or be destroyed. I think I’m in that state right now. I’m on
the verge of breaking apart piece by piece. I mean it literally, not
metaphorical. In a split second my car is going to crash and I’m in a slow
motion state where I can see everything unfold slowly like in the movies. I can
see my life flash on a blink in the back of my head. So this is how it feels
when you’re going to die. They don’t exaggerate it, those stories; it really
felt mystical and magical.
I saw my life and how
it used to be. I saw those summers when I’m still a child, laughing like there’s
no tomorrow. Back then I still don’t know that forever doesn’t exist and
happily ever after is just a metaphor in the end of every story. Back then I
still have my happy ending never knowing it would eventually fall apart like
bricks. Then followed by that bliss is the storm that hit me and made me who I
am today, a spoiled rich kid getting drank and is going to die in a car crash.
“Take care of her.” I
heard a sad voice just before my accident happened. Take care of whom? That’s
where I saw her face. A girl laughing and me playing guitar beside her. I don’t
even knew how to play one and I’ve never saw her. But there’s something on this
scenery that melt my heart. It’s warm and peaceful.
And nothingness
followed. My brain stopped functioning.
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