Exactly two years ago I had an accident. 180 km/h through the tunnel - from one end to… to another I had never arrived. It was bad accident. My next driver and I have not survived. My beloved man! I could never say that I will find someone of human kind. And see, I even left with this one into death… Our bodies were smashed and the blood and vital organs mixed in a jelly. That was end of everything.
So, after two years, at twilight, like that day I am passing through the tunnel. Barefoot, no muscles on my legs, just bones covered with skin! I recognize the same roadway! I was stun by sultriness and summer dampness. Firs move I made was strong bite into my upper arm. I felt thirsty and I needed for blood. Second move: pull out all nails and sucking the fingers. A look ahead: wall. Walls, walls, concrete. Is there a way out? All around me I felt a smell of tires, gases and crumbling bodies. Hundreds of them end up like that: in a jelly… The road was spreading and white line was running away from me, walls were growing up. Blood! Blood is breaking through them, and falling on my shoulders. This is their blood, maybe even yours. And yes, I'm stealing it right now. It fills up all my organs.
I am calling for him. He must be here. He was then with me why he isn't here now? I felt sick of all of the blood. It wasn't a real blood anymore - it was coagulating. Not in drops but in big pieces. The bloomed ground sucked all that blood. Leafs appear. Leafs were getting out of ground. It had a red colour of meat. Actually it was like sliced black pudding and was water to the ground.
I was running and running. Running and falling down. Tore my knees, palms and cheek bones but didn't sustain, just wanted all this to end. Bring it to an end! Enough! I kept going until all walls were left behind me. And when I turned myself round not anything was there any longer… just heat in the air. I was set up on a side road overgrew with grass and big fields behind and birds in the sky, birds… One of these birds grabbed over my forehead. Not positive. Maybe I stumbled when I saw - my car.
Engine was still working. I felt how love is waking up in my tummy - I expected to see him. I run forward. Felt closeness of something dear and desirable. This was so joyful. But - there was a different driver, unknown.
- Drive - I said to him anyway. Didn't want that walls to return. Something was growing inside of me. Seemed very fragile and I knew that's something to be broken. The worst thing was the possibility this is an absurd craving for another chance, a new life which we've lost so stupidly.
I've wanted to give him a strong hug. But this guy! Where's a rainbow when you need it? He was driving barefoot and naked. Has some resemblance with him: how he licked his mouth, scratched a hair… well, the fact is that he's always worn army trousers but these were those legs!
- Is it really you or somebody else? - I looked him and he smiled so wonderful and so sweet. His smile…
- Our drive two years ago looked a bit like this, isn't it?
- Yes, but I was driving then. Do you have to kill me this time?
- Two years without love…
- Without making love… - I seized his knee.
- We couldn't time come back, but we've returned in time. How a look a little bit different won't be a problem, hope… - his look was tempting.
- No, off course that's not a problem. Something else is… my past persecutes me. The walls are choking me. I'm suffering. Want we do on our own this time. Don't want a destiny dictates the whole thing.
- There is something we can do before destiny…

Give gas. And more gas. 180 km/h. We are rushing over a bridge, turning into a river. I'm swallowing dirty water, going to the bottom.
- We'll meet tomorrow in a new life, hope. Even I've enjoyed in the past life, this one wasn't a real thing. Here we can't be what we truly are: two lovers. We all can make a choice. Our choice's another chance.

- I'm sorry but don't need any new life. Actually don't want anything that come the destiny with. I'll destroy it like it destroyed me.
That was the last thing I've said - before we've fall into river and before everything was revealed.

There was an article in a daily newspaper how two twenty-year-old get drowned after a car fell out of bridge. A police considered cause of this accident was lack of concentration, indolence and ignoring a speed limit. The case is confused since there was commit a massacre over young boy body. His death comes on before drowning.

I've read that in archives a few months later and was really embittered (angry!). That wasn't an accident. That was our free will; refuse to live on their way.
I've gave the earth all my will for a living. Not: mine, than: his. I gave it all of him, in pieces and slices. In fact… that wasn't a real him, not my lover. Why should I worry about? I've shattered just one life and there's so many of them, too much of them…