Digital Art made by me
That fateful day dawned gloomy. The sky was weeping as I went out to run my errand, in a hurry to finish before the downpour.
As I crossed the street, I didn't see the truck skidding across the rain-soaked road.
There was a horrible screeching sound and then darkness.
When I woke up, the world had changed. No one could see or hear me as I watched the ambulance arrive.
My body, lying mangled on the pavement, was covered with a sheet.
That's when I knew: Emiro's story was over, but I remained a ghost, with countless stories as yet unseen by living eyes.
Perhaps one day I would find a way to share my unfinished story with another soul.
Who is Emiro?