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| It's Not Perfect... |
Wojak had been riding his motorcycle for as long as he could remember. The wind rushing past his face, the vibration of the engine beneath him, it was a feeling unlike any other. He had spent the last few hours cruising through the open roads, taking in the breathtaking scenery that surrounded him. Escapism from the dreaded city is all he wanted, away from pain. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky in a kaleidoscope of fiery hues, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked over to see a car speeding towards him.
While Wojak was riding, he felt something wet hit his face. He wiped it off and saw blood on his hand. He looked around, confused, and that's when he saw the car. It had swerved into his lane and hit him. He tried to stand up, but the pain was too much. He felt like he was floating, detached from his body. As he lay there, he heard the driver's side door open and saw a pair of legs wobble into view. The legs belonged to a girl. She stumbled over to him, her face pale and streaked with tears.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she sobbed, her voice slurred.
Wojak forced a smile, wincing as the pain shot through him. "I'll be fine. I'm just gonna call 911." He reached into his pocket, fumbling for his phone. The girl looked terrified, but she didn't try to stop him.
While he was on the phone with the dispatcher, he noticed that the girl had a massive gash on her head. There was so much blood, that it was hard to believe she was still conscious.
As they waited for help to arrive, Wojak and the girl talked. She was around his age, tall, blonde, and cute. They had a lot in common and they found themselves laughing and sharing stories even though the situation was serious. When the ambulances finally showed up, they loaded the girl into one, and Wojak exchanged contact information.
A week later, he showed up at her house, still in a bit of pain but determined to find out what had happened. They ended up talking for hours, sitting on her front porch swing, and before they knew it, six months had passed. They were inseparable, and it felt like they'd known each other for years. They decided to take things slow, but it was clear to both of them that they were falling in love.
Three years later, they were married, and she was pregnant with their first child. They moved into a house at the bottom of a beautiful hill, surrounded by trees and flowers. It was the perfect place to start their family, and it reminded them both of that fateful day when they first met. They were happy, content, and looking forward to raising their child together.
As they settled into their new life as a family, they often found themselves reminiscing about the early days of their relationship. They would laugh about the time they first met and how he had been the one to keep her calm and safe until help arrived. They would also talk about how lucky they were that they had found each other, and how their love had only grown stronger over time.
Wojak's son, now four, was a bright and energetic boy who loved spending time outdoors. He had inherited his mother's blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was already showing signs of having a natural athletic ability. The couple often took him to the park to play baseball or soccer, enjoying the warm summer breeze and the sounds of the birds chirping in the trees.
As they sat on a picnic blanket eating their sandwiches one sunny afternoon, Wojak and his wife watched their son run circles around them, laughing and giggling. It was hard to believe that it had been a year since they had nearly lost their lives in that car accident. They both felt incredibly grateful for the second chance they had been given, and they cherished every moment they spent with their son.
Wojak glanced down at his son, marveling at how much he had grown in such a short time. He was already walking, and he was learning new words every day. They often spent their days hiking through the woods or exploring the nearby lake, teaching him about nature and the world around him.
One day, Wojak was driving his car, taking his son to the doctor's office for a routine checkup. As he turned left, he suddenly saw a car speeding towards him from the opposite direction. In a split second, Wojak swerved his car to avoid the collision, all while holding onto his son tightly. Despite his best efforts, the impact of the crash was inevitable, and Wojak's car slammed into a nearby obstacle. The sudden impact left both Wojak and his son unconscious.
Later, as Wojak's eyes gradually opened, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. The doctor informed him that he had been hospitalized for the past three weeks, after a dreadful motorcycle crash that had left him in a coma. It was then that Wojak realized that all those vivid memories of driving a car and experiencing a car accident were nothing but mere illusions of his subconscious mind.
When Wojak asked the doctor what happened to the driver, he said she passed away. Wojak couldn't believe it and wanted his family from his dreams back. But he knew it was impossible and had to live with that for the rest of his life...
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