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Chapter 5-无法区分现实与幻想

There was no way he could see that man crossing the boundaries of safety.

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There were no road signs.

He drove down the road, his headlights being the only source of light on this street. He didn't know where he was though, there was a chance he had already surpassed the city borders and was making his way to the neighbouring provinces.

There was nothing on his mind, he heard music which wasn't really there.

A butterfly landed on his steering wheel.

He smiled, paying attention to its electric blue wings and delicate black borders.

It made its way round the car.

He followed it with his eyes, completely ignoring the road ahead of him.
A truck passed by screaming.
But there was still nothing ahead of him, no zebra crosses or traffic lights.

He looked over at the person in his passenger seat. A young boy no older than twenty, maybe even a couple of years younger. His wide eyes looked ahead of him staring into to the dark void of a road it was.
They didn't exchange words between them.
The boy held a camera, a black canon whose strap was loose around the  neck.
He played around with it, checking its lenses and making sure all the functions worked properly. He even checked if there was enough battery and space on the memory card.

The butterfly landed on the flash.

The driver looked at it once again, directing his attention to the patterns on the wings. They seemed to form a weird sort of word. As if it was written in incredibly bad handwriting. But it was still legible.

They drove under a street light, it's soft yellow glow passing shadows
throughout the car. As fast as they appeared they dissolved.

When he looked at the boy again he was sleeping, quietly breathing with his hand gently wrapped around his camera.

He did not know where this boy came from. It was as if he had made him up or he might have forgotten what had happened a few hours before.

"I'm getting confused again..."
He said to nobody else but himself.

The blue butterfly was no longer in the car, replaced by a black cat.

He liked cats, he liked black cats even more. Though he knew they tend to bring bad luck, he stroked it, placed it on his lap and silently whispering he named him "Vide".

There was no way he could see that man crossing the boundaries of safety.

Because there were no zebra crossings or traffic lights, there was only darkness around him and....and...

The boy was gone.

No longer sitting in the passenger sit next to him. The cat that warmed his lap had dispersed into thin air as if it were made out of smoke.

And the car, without slowing down even a slight bit, hit what was in front of it.

There was nothing.

But window pane turned red, a violent scream of emergency.

The car had turned upside down.

The car had crashed into a pole.

Jin held on to the steering wheel. Something about this didn't make sense, he saw no man, no zebra crossing, no traffic lights. But yet he saw him laying several feet from him, wincing in pain; crying even as he tried to call the ambulance. By the time he finished the painful and agonising act he passed out.

But Jin was breathing, he felt a bit dizzy in the head, and he felt the sweat trickle down his scalp. But he was still conscious.

The man called for help.

The pool of blood spread around the man staining his shirt a dark brown.
Even in an unconscious state he looked in pain. Jin looked at him and tried to place him in a more natural position, his leg was twisted out as if he had no knees and one of his arms was awkwardly squished between his body and the clod hard ground.

But he wasn't a doctor, so all he could do was wait.

He admired the mans features, short brown hair without a proper fringe, not like Jin's own, dark brown with a somewhat parted fringe. This man had dimples, Jin knew he had dimples even though it was a guess, a thought in his mind.
He also had long eyelashes.
He felt guilty, he could be dying, this beautiful human being while all Jin could do was admire him and fall hopelessly.

He reached out for the phone, the last phone call taking place only a couple of minutes before.

There was no sound around him, they were the only ones on the road.
Abandoned to die.

In the distance white and blue lights shimmered, a wailing sound pierced through the air.

Jin felt something drop down his neck.

It must have started raining.

He fell unconscious on top of the man he happened to run into.

It was as if the stars connected them without giving them enough life to get to know each other.

When the ambulance arrived, they found the pair laying in a mess of mixed blood and stained lives.

It might have been the first and last time Jin fell in love.

Oneirataxia:
The inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.