the friend sat down on the chair next to the white hospital bed. his face was stern, his lips pursed into a tight line, and he leaned forward a bit.
friend: from the two of us, you were the one who loves cars the most, and now one almost killed you.
no response. he slouched back into the chair and ran his hand through his hair.
friend: i don't know if you'll remember what happened. i hope not.
he waited for an answer and sighed.
friend: do you still love cars?
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Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
