After We Collided Novels & Stories

We embraced our newfound knowledge, forging ahead with a renewed sense of purpose and an unwavering bond. In the aftermath of the twist, we found solace in the truth, in the unshakeable love that had guided us through the darkest of times. We walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever new twists life had in store, knowing that our love would always be the steady anchor in the stormy seas of uncertainty.

The two were like shooting stars as they collided in the blink of an eye. Boom! The collision sounded like a clap of thunder as it resonated in everyone’s ear.

As the soft melody of a romantic song drifts into the air, I grin ear-to-ear not caring about these forbidden thoughts about a man while I was to wed another. I officially got wasted.

And by that time, that car hit our car again, making me loosing unconscious. . . #TBC

The next moment, they collided into a tree, bringing the almost somersaulting car to a rough stop with shatters of glasses everywhere. The world spins around both men for a while.

“Did you get your answer?” He laughed. “I am driving, Nini.” “Oh, it’s already growing on me.” After our laughs faded into smiles I looked out of the window on my side. God please give me the strength. “I have something to tell you, Junior.” “Yeah?” “But I think we should first reach our destination.” “Is everything okay, though?” I think I should just say it… The sound of tires scratching on the tarmac startled us both. And then a second later, POW! A collision.

He eructed black smoke from his mouth, and then his breathing stabilizes and the color started to come back. They all sighed in relief. Some guests are crying and calling out to their companions. Vian and Kira were taken into the infirmary while the others were given medicine and assistance. A lot of the guests were hurt by the flying tables and branches of trees but no one was gravely injured.

The silence that followed the collision was absolute. It was not the quiet of a peaceful afternoon; it was the suffocating, atmospheric dead zone of a world that had temporarily forgotten how to breathe. When the blinding white plasma of the kinetic-gravitational shockwave finally faded, the historic center of Arusha had been permanently altered.

Then, Carmen slid back into the driver's seat, grumbling to herself, saying, "Lucky for me that nosy old hag didn't screw things up. My sweet ride should be showing up any minute now." Patrick was practically buzzing with excitement, rubbing his hands together, saying, "Awesome, we're going to be filthy rich soon!" The folks in the back seat paid them no mind, convinced they had lost their marbles. As predicted, ten minutes later, Carmen pulled up to the spot where my car had been rear-ended in our previous life. Sure enough, a sleek, limited-edition luxury car pulled in right behind us.