Serendipity: The Amazing Journey Of A Soulmate

73. A selfless act of love

INNA

I reach my car and go straight to the trunk where I have my bag with the change of clothes I always carry with me. I started doing that after I met Namjoon. He had this habit of spilling things or dropping food on my clothes so I won't have to walk around with dirty clothes. I guess I still cling to this routine of packing extra clothes, even though Namjoon is long gone from my life. I unbuckle the belt that holds my skirt together and get rid of it, leaving me in those extremely short pants and the bralette. I also get rid of my wig, throwing it in the bag. I rummage through my bag and pull out a pair of loose pants which I put them on, over the shorts I was already wearing and grabbing a leather jacket, I close the trunk. I put the jacket on and climb on the driver's seat, starting the engine and speeding away.

I'm driving fast, like all hell is on my tail, as I keep looking for a spot where I can do what I have in mind. When I see a road tunnel coming in sight, I know this is my spot. It will happen here. I slow down my car, dropping to a safer speed and I say a prayer in my head just as I reach the entrance of the tunnel. Just when the dim lights of the tunnel fall on me through the window, I close my eyes tightly and pull the steering wheel to the right, crashing in the wall near me. Although I dropped down the speed earlier and even I used the brakes, the impact sends me forward, the seatbelt making my chest cry in agony. And then the airbag explodes straight into my face. The pain is excruciating and I blink trying to reestablish my sight. The back of my head hurts too. I hit it on the headrest as I went back on my chair after the impact. I put one hand over my right eye and when I pull it back, there is blood on it.

"Shit!" I cuss, looking for my phone. Thankfully, it is intact. Shaking my head to clear my mind, I dial Jonathan's number. He answers after two rings.

"Hello, love! Don't tell me you missed me," he snickers and if I wasn't hurt, I would've rolled my eyes.

"Jonathan?" I struggle to say, swallowing dry. "I need your help. I- there's been an accident,"

"What? What happened? Are you alright?" he asks, concerned.

"I don't know... Can you come pick me up, please?" I plead, a sob that I don't need to fake escaping my throat.

"Where are you, love? Tell me where you are!" he demands and I hear doors opening and closing behind him. At least he didn't make it to the club. What a mercy!

"It's a tunnel. I don't know..." I trail, faking ignorance.

"Fuck! Okay. Can you move? Give me a "share location" through a text, okay?" she asks, the engine of his sports car making noise in the background.

"Okay." I whisper and hang up. I sent him the location like he asked and now I'm waiting. I can't believe it worked. It was a fool's gamble, but it worked. My car is fucked! I love this car like I love my life, but it's just a car. If that's what it takes for me to stop Jonathan, my love, my job, my car... then so be it. I'll start over again. Despite the crappy situation I'm in, I burst out laughing, every breath more painful than the other because of my bruised chest, but it feels so damn good. I'm almost there. I can already picture my life without Jonathan. This time, gone for good. I wish I called Namjoon tonight. I wish he would be the one pulling me out of this wrecked car and tend to my wounds. I wish he would kiss it better. But my luck only goes this far. I laugh again, this time with bitterness. My Namjoon doesn't want me anymore and I'm the only one to blame. He's probably sitting in his chair in the studio, writing heartfelt songs to bring comfort to ruined people like me. Or maybe he is sleeping, dreaming about better days. But in my selfishness, I wish he's still awake, thinking about me. At least once, for I am always thinking about him. Every day, every night. This life has earned a different meaning after I met him. A tear escapes my eye and slides down my cheek, making my bruises hurt because of its salt. One tear. The only one I managed to spill after he left that night a month ago.