"I don't care, I love it!"

Your life had gotten to a point where you just did. not. care. anymore.

Your boyfriend cheated? Good for him. You got fired? What a shame. You had a fight with the only friend that's stuck with you through everything? Oh, woe is me.

Like always, you went on a long ass drive to clear your head. But, of course, life hated you. As your thoughts overtook, you floored the gas and dove out of the car before it impacted the leg of a bridge and burst into flames.

Unscathed apart from a bloody lip and a few tiny cuts up your arms, you sat back and watched it burn.

It was late and not many people were out so you knew the fire services wouldn't show up for at least and hour or two.

But half an hour passed. As smoke billowed out of the fiery carnage of your car, you sense a presence sit beside you and wrap a hoodie over your shoulders.

"I was worried about you, y'know..." Mars spoke, his gaze fixed on the blaze before you. "How long have you been out here?"