Within five minutes he was near the park, and as he neared the entrance he heard the sirens again. Nine years later, his terrifying memories resurfaced in his head like a movie and a sense of urgency emanated from nearby
'oi! oi! Blind man! Move aside you motherfucker, get out of the way.'
He knew he was going to die this time, but he wasn't confused this time. This time, he was ready to die because he didn't want to live in a world where he couldn't see anything.
The car sped towards him and the diver somehow understood that he only wanted death. If he's not hit him, he's going to suffer in this harsh world, and all he wants is a reason to die. Looking at the scenario, he does not turn the car in any direction and drives straight to fulfill his wish.
"Let me die," he said to himself.
When he's hit by a car again, for his second or his millisecond, he regains his eyes, looking at the world around him, enjoying the moment more than his life. And with a smile on his face, a blue-eyed tall man I'd never seen before, in a long brown coat over a royal blue shirt and black trousers, with white hair which, sometimes looks grey, which made him perfectly handsome, but he had the drawback of being blind.
He was blown away by the impact of the car, hitting him with great force and gravity and knocking him unconscious.