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It has been a week that my bosses always get our team overworked until midnight. It's all because the new project that the head team got from the director executives a month ago after passed so much competition to get this 'Sunrise Project' in our hand and this too has been our doomed fate for every night.

"Do this work today, I'll revise it in the morning." He was Jill Dean Z. Our bosses, and our head team for this project.

"Sure, I'll do it after this document."

HT Jill was always a perfectionist, hard worker, and a sincere man, or we were usually called him the blunt Head Team. Despite his irritating temper, we pretty much liked him because he was a responsible leader, and we don't hate him, it was the opposite.

We're very much respected him.

"Let's get to the bus stop together, I didn't bring my umbrella." he said.

"Uh huh... alright boss."

"Thank you, anyway, we might catch in the heavy rains if we don't rush back.

"Just take it home until we reach 11:00 am, since the other has been gone home today.", there is nothing strange at all.

It's a usual day when he gave me more paperwork to do, just as He and I walked together until the bus stop,

Nothing new, except for he took a public transportation back home.

Just for today.

Then a sudden crash stunned both of us who talked on the side road.

It's an astonishing sight, to think that human perception could slow down the world instantly while facing a sudden confrontation. The continuous collision pushed one of the cars towards us, as its keep approaching I am certain that I'll be trampled by it. Given my foot rooted on the asphalt, I won't be able to leave unscathed.

A few scratch or stitch wound will present on my skin after the crash.

But then, at that moment of silence when I turned my eyes to the man beside me. I could see his ashen face, worries, and horror as he envelops me in his embrace. Thinking of protecting me as he was a man before became her superior.

It's brief warmth, but nevertheless the car struck us hard. The hard walls hit my head along with the sharp glass poked my inside.

I guess both of us hurt by the same object, despite the warm sensation around my chest, the tip of my toes getting cold.

The world dyed red, he was too, dyed in crimson water until everything went black.

'Is it just me seeing something weird ?'

I feel that I had a very long dream, from my childhood, teenager phase, and my everyday work. Like a broken tape, its keep playing until the day when a car struck me and the man alongside her. Then, another child life played right in front of my eyes, almost like an extension of my life story.

'Well... she was pretty.'

Monotonous, because its keep stopping before the child became an adult or a teenager. I was curious more than creeped out by it, as if the warm feelings enveloping my hollow body.

It pulls me to it and like a lie, I was opening my eyes.