In the heart of the bustling city, a man stood alone, gazing at the endless flow of people. Cars raced through the streets, trucks thundered by, and crowds surged back and forth, consumed by their daily routines. Yet despite it all, he remained still, unmoving. It was as though he had stopped time for himself—determined to make a decision he had spent his whole life running from.
Long moments passed before a speeding car approached, slicing through the air with its fierce velocity. He showed no reaction, simply standing there in the middle of the road as if he no longer saw the world around him. He knew what was about to happen, but he felt no need to escape.
The car drew nearer, its roar filling the air, while his eyes stayed fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, which had begun to ring. The bright light reflected off his face, but he ignored both the sound and the glare. There was nothing left for him to say, nothing left to do. His heart was elsewhere—far from the pain and the wounds that had built up over the years.
"At last… I can be free from my regret," he whispered to himself, wearing a strange smile—as though bidding farewell to his own life.