The Lie You Keep

My Car!

A man was in a grocery store, soft music being heard from the speakers.

He was debating with himself whether he should get the olives or the onions.

Which is better?

He was just a simple guy living a perfectly normal life. He lived by himself in an apartment, and he had a lazy cat as a pet.

Just as he was about to place the onions in his basket, there was a sound like an explosion, and some rumbling and trembling below his feet.

What happened?

Eyebrows scrunching, he decides to look outside the large window panes, onion still in hand.

What he saw made his jaw go slack and his hand let go of the onion, scrambling outside but stumbling a bajillion times on the way.

He approached the busted up vehicle, windows broken.

"My car!" he wails in despair, "What- what happened to my precious car?!"

Just as he was about to step closer to it, another set of what sounded like gunshots were heard all around, all going haywire, the man panicking more because, oh my fudge his car...

Well, at least the windows can still be fixed.

But he was calm too early.

Another set of bullets rang through the air, hitting his already busted up car and setting it aflame.

Now it's really unfixable.

The man could only gape in horror, the screams and cries all a white noise, attention still on his burning car.

"Oh my-"

He looks to the unreachable sky, and yells out in lament "My Ford Model T!"

His knees buckle and meet the ground, feeling blank and depressed because his only car got destroyed in some sort of episode of raining bullets.

Like what the heck?

A figure bumps with him, and both turn to the other.

He meets a guy with strikingly handsome features, some blood oozing down his temple.

He was dressed in a casual suit, but it was enough to make him look attractive because his face was so heavenly.

"Sorry," the guy muttered gruffly, hurrying away.

Wait... was the voice deep??

Gahh what's happening to his life?!

He sniffs before standing, thinking that it was no use to cry over spilt milk.

Or in this case, a demolished car.

But heck that was his only ride to and from work.

What was he gonna use now huh? The bus? Way too crowded.

A taxi? Way too expensive.

Maybe buy another car?

Ughhh never mind. Just the thought made his wallet weep.

He was already broke.

Well not exactly, but he wasn't a big spender.

He preferred saving money for special occasions, such as birthdays and anniversaries and that kind of stuff.

But oh my god what was he gonna use for transportation?

He wanted to shave his head.

Stupid, stupid. Why did he even park his car there in the first place?

And what was he gonna use to go home? He's gonna be carrying bags of groceries all the way from the store to his home, and mind you the distance was faar from 'just around the corner'.

In other words, he didn't live close to the store.

Ahh, he loved turning things around and around. Made you sound smarter.

With a heavy heart, he turns to finish his shopping, even if going home was such a gruelsome task.

But he'll manage.

Who do u guys think this is?