Sar

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The moon called to him as he pressed the pedal.

"Come closer", It said as it hid behind a couple of clouds. Sar listened. His feet pressed the pedals a little harder, just a little faster, as his car raced with the trees on the sidewalk. For a cautious driver, Sar wasn't too worried about the car crash he somehow barely avoided. What mattered now was the moon calling him to his fate. Sar was ready, for whatever was awaiting him. Death, perhaps, would be a sweet nothingness, or a torturous eternity. There was only one way to find out. It really didn't matter, he would do anything to save those he loved, even if it meant braving the oceans of death.

Does he want to die, or does he want to be saved? Does life matter to him, or does his life matter more to others? Was he living, or was he tolerating it for those around him?

The moon showed itself again, and Sar swiftly turned his steering wheel to a sharp left, and as his car plummeted into the dark valley, he thought:

"Who's in control now?" 

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