A Crash After the Real One. It was a Sunday night in July, the… | by Hana | Aug, 2025
It was a Sunday night in July, the first time I decided to go out of my wood. After 6 months of distancing myself from the world, I finally opened up a little. I accepted one of my close friends’ invitations to hang out after I had rejected some of them.
Nothing to expect other than having lunch and dinner together, yapping about life recently, nostalgic about our life during college, and maybe talking a little about the future. Well, also slightly talk about our love life, which is a thing that has not worked for us till now.
Everything went so well. I spent my day happily. And night went darker. We need to go home to prepare for the next day. We separated in the elevator. She went to the lobby, and I went to the basement to take my car.
Just a minute after going out of the basement, I crashed into the garden pot near the exit gate. I don’t know what happened next. I thought, “Why does the bad thing always happen when I just try to find my happiness again?”
Nothing in mind, I don’t have a clue about anything that I should do. Oddly, I chat with my friend, just to tell her about it, without any expectation. And she came back to the mall, just to be there for me. Turns out it’s the most important thing that I needed.
At that moment, I just realized that I really need a person to — at least — accompany me through the hard things. I can solve it alone, but I just want someone with me. For most of my life, everyone (in my family) has always depended on me, but I can’t rely on them, so I think it’s just my faith to handle everything in silence.
After negotiating some stuff with the mall’s staff, I can finally go home. And once again, Winta insisted on going with me and staying overnight at my house. Well, as “an independent final boss,” I refuse it because she should work tomorrow.
But she just said, “I can just take the day off after working so hard all the time,” while sitting in the passenger seat. Well, nothing I can’t do for that. Deep down, I feel relief, I don’t know for what.
I drove out of the mall slowly and asked her to turn on the maps — just in case. It’s just 1 km away — I don’t know why — I burst into tears and thank her for everything. And suddenly I just throw out everything that I have always borne my whole life.
Along the way, I cried so hard and talked about the hard things that happened over the past couple of months. I feel like a person who lost her control. At the end, one question appeared: “Why have I always isolated myself when everything went hard?”
It became the question that I am still figuring out till now.
