Ran had lived a good life, not the best but a good one. She had rammed through her dark days and pursued what she wanted to do even if it was a bit late.

  Now in her early thirties, she had opened a small bakery on the first floor of her family house. A simple design, fake bricks covering its concrete walls, a large glass window showcasing the newly baked goods, a flowery vine plant creeping up from the dirt up to the second floor. It looked like those bakeries she had seen in those Pinterest arts she had constantly ogled.

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  Ran looked up at the bright blue sky at this early day and couldn’t help but smile at her new future ahead… Till a fast-moving metallic behemoth of a truck rammed her straight into an electrical pole, painting the glass wall with a mosaic of lumpy clumps of flesh, thick blood and streaks of hair.

  A life ended as quickly as that, till she opened her eyes once more.