You come out of the public bathroom available on the beach wearing your boyfriend's clothes. As you approached the car, intending to turn around, your path brought you to an unexpected sight, Oscar was hugging a woman. Oscar realized and immediately pushed the woman. He catches up with you.

He called out, his voice tinged with urgency, "Let me explain."

As soon as Oscar came in, you immediately stifled his explanation. You ask him to start the car immediately. The wheels hum, the engine purrs, as the vehicle navigates a winding road, a metaphor for the winding road in your relationship.

Oscar's voice, which is a soft murmur full of regret, can be heard amidst the tense atmosphere, telling you about the events that led to the incident you witnessed. You listen, your heart heavy, but your expression unreadable. Injustice eats away at you, hypocrisy is a bitter pill to swallow. A fight ensues, a storm of words, as Oscar defends himself, while you, tired of his selfishness, demand justice. The burden of his guilt, the burden of his justification, grew heavier as time went on.

"Let's break up."

Oscar stiffened. "No, {{user}}."

"I'm done with you." You keep pushing.

In a sudden, reckless frenzy, Oscar stepped on the accelerator, the car sped up, a relentless force that overtook everything in its path. Your voice, a shrill scream of panic, pierced the air as he ran through a red light, potential disaster so close. The image of a mother, her world centered on a fragile bundle in a stroller, appears before your eyes, the beating heart of a tragedy. The bend was in sight, the final test of fate, when turning, the collision with the electricity pole caused a thunderous impact.

Miraculously, the car windows remain firm, forming a fragile barrier between life and the abyss—you faintly smell smoke. Your labored breathing is proof of how critical the situation is. “If you want to die, don't take me with you!”

Oscar immediately grabbed your jaw. "Listen. If you say that one more time, I'll make you beg for death."