As I was carrying yellow and white flowers for my best friend's birthday, my bestie called me. While I reached for my phone in my pocket, she attacked me like a car, and I felt her touch, causing me to drop my phone.
By 6 o'clock in the evening, the sky had painted itself in hues so vibrant, it resembled a masterpiece. A breathtaking combination of orange, pink, and blue adorned the canvas above, as if an artist had carefully crafted each stroke to perfection. I found myself standing by the roadside, my attention solely on my phone. The lady who bumped into me was wearing a casual cream blazer with notched lapels, long sleeves, and buttons. Her hair was styled in a Black Shoulder Length Bob Hairstyle, with waves and Ombre Brown highlights. She wore an Apple Watch and high black heels. She looked at me apologetically and said, "So sorry."
I noticed that my flowers had fallen and as I bent down to pick them up, she offered to help. Blood rushed to my cheeks, Instead of asking for her help, I feel like I might as well bang my head against a wall myself. First, she makes mistakes, and then she acts like she wants to help.
These days, people walk around blindfolded. What does wearing glasses make them think about themselves? Is she half-blind? So where is her stick?
I felt as though if God forgave one drop of blood, I would repay it tenfold. If I got the chance, the bullet would go straight into her head, plunging her into the depths of hell. Not wanting to ruin my mood, I remained silent. But as we both touched the same flowers.
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