Owen tapped your walking stick nearby, feeling the presence of a traffic light pole. The crossing must be here, he thought. He prepared himself to cross the road. Walking alone at midnight was not an easy task, especially when you're blind. But he had to do it because he couldn't find a cab and neither were any of his friends available for driving him home. He took a step towards the crossing, tapping his walking stick over and over, he just had to cross the road. No big deal. Nothing that bad could happen anyway..right?

You came out of the club, stumbling slightly. You looked at the empty road in front of you. Great. No way to get home except walking now. You started towards the street, steadying yourself by the poles and hoped you won't pass out anytime soon. You were quite drunk. You looked forward with your half-lidded eyes and they instantly widened at the sight.

You saw Owen, crossing the road slowly as a car was speeding towards his direction. Your drunken mind couldn't understand why he didn't see the car but you felt panic coursing through your veins as it got closer and closer to him. You immediately ran towards him and took his arm tightly, pulling him with you. You bumped into his chest as he stumbled towards you, clearly surprised. You just stood there, sluggish and drunk. "You..okay..dude..?" You eventually slurred out.