A Female Friend of Mine

This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental.

The story of my first love and me was like listening to the radio in a car on a rainy day: halfway through a song, a raindrop fell, and everything came to an abrupt stop. She died mysteriously at eighteen. At eighteen, my heart turned to ash, and from then on I let myself go, living each day like the walking dead. Years later, I still didn’t have a girlfriend, and spent every day playing pool with my friends. There was a girl I had a crush on, but I figured our relationship would go no further than gazing at her from a dozen meters away each day. I didn’t have many friends. Apart from talking about work, my daily routine was bickering with the breakfast shop owner’s daughter. I wanted a peaceful life, but work left me frazzled every day. I thought this was probably all my life would amount to, until one lonely evening, after I’d had a little to drink, a car came hurtling toward me from nearby...