I want a new life! An exciting one!

She broke up with me... a lone figure moved across the frozen highway.

It was too dangerous a place and even more so if it was midnight.

But the cheap alcohol numbed his mind and dulled his common sense, a cold winter night was not enough to stop him.

His heart was broken, his beloved girlfriend had broken up with him mercilessly, even their wedding plans were tossed aside like mere trash.

What had he done wrong?

Was he to blame?

He had tried so hard for her, but in the last few days she had treated him more coldly than before, he even began to think that she had gotten someone else.

Had he been abandoned for a third party?

His mind was still tormented, unconsciously he took the bottle of vodka to his mouth but the drink was finished.

Shit... the man kept walking mechanically while mumbling some words.

His head ached and he was lost, but that didn't matter tomorrow he would have to go back to his monotonous life.

Work, work, work, work, eat, rest and repeat.

No... today he had been fired... two misfortunes in one day was hard....

Benson sighed with disappointment, at least he wouldn't have to work tomorrow.

His life wasn't exciting at all, at what point had his life gone downhill?

"It would be great to get a fresh start..." he muttered to no one in particular.

Suddenly, his foggy eyes widened.

"Fuck!", Benson mobilized what little consciousness still remained in his head and threw himself sideways, avoiding the killer truck that sought to ram him.

Where that damn truck had come from, Benson was scared to death.

The truck skidded to a stop.

A small figure stepped out of the door of the vehicle.

She looked like an older woman, no, rather an old woman of short stature.

Was it true that women didn't know how to drive?... no wait... saying that kind of comment provoked censure, let's avoid this line.

Benson just sat down on the dirt that flanked the road, leaving aside the scrapes that adorned his legs and arms, everything was fine.

The woman quickened her pace and quickly approached Benson.

"Hey... sorry kid," the woman rubbed her head, looking very embarrassed.

However...

-I failed- the woman inwardly groaned, her perfect record had been shattered by this man.

"Old lady you should learn to drive," Benson was a bit annoyed, so he ignored the throbbing of his wounds and got up on his own, even though he was drunk his temper didn't explode.

Before he could continue this strange talk, Benson passed out.

The old woman smiled kindly, the kind of smile only a grandmother can give her beloved grandson, as she supported Benson's body.

The old woman carried Benson's body carefully and loaded him into her truck, snatching him up with no trouble at all.

"One more to the list!" the old woman smiled wryly, after all her record was still undefeated.

Today was her retirement, but she couldn't leave a desperate boy to his fate, could she?

It didn't cost her anything to run him over, anyway her duty station was just passing through, she lost nothing.

She had heard the boy's pleas, although at first glance they seemed vague thoughts there was much longing in them.

It didn't cost her to lend a hand to this poor boy, today her mood was very good, so she felt too charitable.

"Let's see," the woman began with her latest job.

She started the truck and put it in gear, nothing had happened on this road, all evidence was eliminated.

Soon the truck reached its maximum speed and even broke the sound barrier.

Suddenly a portal opened in front of the truck and swallowed it.

Into the endless void...

Meanwhile, the woman's small hand touched Benson's head, scanning his memories.

Hmm... this brings back so many memories...

The woman felt nostalgic... these kinds of cases felt so old and nostalgic to her... for some reason she felt old.

Abusive parents, disastrous love affairs, a hard-working boy with a broken heart and a lot of bad luck, many more traumas... among other things...

Even the boy would die very soon, a tumor in his brain would take care of it.

Tsk Tsk Tsk Tsk... the old woman complained again... this kind of work gave her a bad taste in her mouth...

Sighing a little the woman rubbed her hands together.

"Whatever! Today is my last day and I feel particularly happy, this will be my best job!", her hands moved only she knew what she was doing....

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Benson opened his eyes again, his whole body ached as if he had been run over by a truck.