< " ...probably. But Someone Also Told Me Your Thing About Getting Knocked Up By That Weirdo. Are You

< " ...probably. But someone also told me your thing about getting knocked up by that weirdo. Are you fucking kidding me? You barely can handle yourself and 28 other kid we have. What makes you think you can handle another? "

< " Hey Bryce. I know it's none of my business, but why did you give that ring to that grey guy?- why not just sell it. "

... I thought you were dead.

I gave it to him because... He just reminded me of you..

You def not in good terms with him😱

LOOK

< " ... yea I kinda figured. "

< [ He chuckled nervously, knowing his actions hurt a lot of people. ]

< [ He sighs ]

< " your right, that was a shitty thing to do. I'm sorry but never wanted to get married on the first place or even have kids. I'm gratful for them tho. But i never asked you for anything. I never told you to do anything for me, you were the one who was always begging for me to love on you. "

< " Hey Bryce. I know it's none of my business, but why did you give that ring to that grey guy?- why not just sell it. "

... I thought you were dead.

I gave it to him because... He just reminded me of you..

< [ he was a little stunned for a second. ]

< " ...so were you're saying that when you lost your memory you were fully capable to take care of yourself? Or when you killed someone? Oh. Or even why you tried to kill yourself? "

< " Hey Bryce. I know it's none of my business, but why did you give that ring to that grey guy?- why not just sell it. "

... I thought you were dead.

I gave it to him because... He just reminded me of you..

why are you leaving….

Please don’t go :(

< " ..im just going to clear my head for a while. "

The rain poured hard as an anon drove a truck carrying flammable materials late at night. “What a shitty—hic—day! The boss couldn’t cut me some slack!” they grumbled, squinting through the windshield. The wipers struggled against the downpour, barely keeping the road clear.

As they sped down the slippery road, their eyelids grew heavy. They fought to stay awake, but the exhaustion was catching up to them. Just then, a flash of color caught their eye—a blue-haired office worker standing in the middle of the road, holding a black umbrella, looking deep in thought.

“Hey! Move!” they shouted, panic rising. But the man remained absentminded, staring into the night, only glancing back when the blaring headlights caught his attention. He saw his life flash before his eyes.

Desperately, the driver slammed on the brakes, their heart racing as they felt the pedal give way. "NO, NO, NO!” they screamed, eyes wide with terror. The brakes were broken.

In a split-second decision, they jerked the wheel to the left, trying to avoid crashing into the man. The truck careened sideways, tires screeching as they lost traction on the slippery pavement. The world spun as the truck tipped, and the driver’s breath caught in their throat.

The blue-haired man finally registered what was happening, dropping the umbrella as he instinctively tried to leap aside. But the truck was coming down fast, the weight of metal crashing toward him.

The truck tipped over completely, bursting into flames from the impact. The rain did nothing to calm it down.

< " . . . "

< [ Bystanders nearby watch as the scene unfold, some screaming in horror and other rushing to the truck to try and save the victims. But with the fire there was nothing they could do to save them. As time flies, the fire is finally put out and police lights lighten the street. Our protagonist, now formally named as Robin Mayan, was found dead at the scene. Time of death was suspected to be 23:35 that night. Or 11:35 pm. ]

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