After the Car Crash
In my last international car racing championship,
the front tire of my car suddenly burst, causing the car to roll over.
The cars behind me collided with me one by one.
After 99 times, I was unrecognizable from the impacts.
Just as I reached out to my boyfriend for help by instinct,
he kicked me away, my body covered in blood and flesh.
“Don't dirty my newly tailored clothes today.”
He turned around, picked up the champion who had just crossed the finish line, and spun her around, smiling and saying:
“Sharon, only the championship trophy is worthy of you. I will remove all obstacles for you.”
Blood stained my entire body.
Watching the two of them embrace as the sun set, I felt numb and desperate.
What he didn't know was that among these red stains was the child who had just come into this world.
At that moment, I gave up on continuing to love him.