Specy removed his glasses and sighed. There was no pressure on him, but he felt like sharing his last, which he never did tonight.
"It's a pity we don't have any cigarettes," Specy muttered.
His words attracted everyone's attention as they waited for him to speak.
Gazing at the vast starry sky, Specy formed the words in his mind and finally spoke, "It happened five years ago, I was driving back home with my family after a beautiful vacation.
It was a pleasant vacation after an exhausting work schedule. I was glad that I was finally able to give time to my wife and my ten-year-old daughter.
Everything was going so well. It was then that a blue car dashed into the car from the side.
The last thing I remember was my wife's horrified expression when the car was in the air.
The next moment, everything went dark. I woke up in the hospital with several stitches, a broken leg and a horrified face. I immediately asked for my wife and daughter, only to find out that they were dead.
