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This story is about one man...

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The places and events that occur in this novel are purely fictional.

Thank you for the information on the number of accidents during New Year's Day from the Office of the Basic Education Commission.

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The view of the road and bushes shifted along with the movement of the blue-blue passenger bus I was riding. Today I traveled from the provinces to a place after the big bus had traveled for several hours. It stopped at a station. It was a not very large white house. The color on the pillars and walls has a slight yellow stain, indicating the oldness of the building.

I walked out of the old building without paying any attention. In fact, it made me feel good that these buildings had not changed and were still in the same condition as every year. I walked through the white door with the top right. It is carved in a bright golden Thai pattern, not unlike the building inside where the roof is covered with green and red tiles, contrasting with the Bodhi tree and other trees that grow in various places. Makes this place look shady...yes This is a 'temple'.

There were many people scattered around, some holding trays of food to give to monks, others bringing snacks and seasonal fruits. Drinking water and antique toys look unusual. Arrange them on the stalls located along the roadside. The sun moved up the sky, turning the sky that was once red-orange into a bright blue. 'Maybe I arrived too early,' I thought, so I decided. I'm going to go for a walk and find something to eat in the nearby market.

The market in the morning is chaotic, with many people coming to buy things in large numbers. The market vendors shout to customers as they pass by with bright smiles on their faces, so you can't help but walk in and buy something. Most of what's sold at the market is no different from what's sold at the stalls in front of the temple. Besides that, there's also a fresh vegetable stall.

Various meat stalls, grocery stores and the restaurant I'm looking at

I walked into a noodle shop located next to a canal, and I think the owner chose the restaurant location very well. Watching the boats and water hyacinths flowing along the water was not bad at all. I sat and watched. The view didn't last long and the waitress brought the thin waterfall noodles I had ordered upon entering the restaurant and put them on the table along with a glass of ice and a small bottle of soft drink. Then I started to eat my breakfast.

[Latest, our news source received the total number of accidents on December 29, 2015 or yesterday. There were a total of 439 accidents. There were 456 injured and 39 more dead...]

The sound of the store's television emanated from its speakers. A female news reporter is talking about the accidents that happened yesterday. It can be said that the number of accidents is not small. The people who cause these accidents are usually people who don't get enough sleep and fall asleep, or people who drive drunk. He doesn't know that these actions are risky, dangerous.

And how much they can destroy their society or their families and other people's, but until they know, it will probably be when they lose someone important to them...

Almost an hour had passed. After eating something I walked back to the same temple again with a bouquet of bright yellow roses I bought from the market. I looked around again. There are many stalls lined up along the road. People walked by carrying incense sticks, candles, flowers and offerings to monks to make merit, and New Year's songs played with a cheerful rhythm, making the place seem livelier than when I walked into the large white church the morning before.

The roof is covered with red tiles. The pillars, roof and stair railings are gold decorated with colorful tiles until they shine beautifully. Inside is a large golden Buddha image in the posture of Maravichai.

As soon as I walked in, I sat down and placed the flowers beside me and bowed to the Buddha image three times, followed by reciting the prayers that were written in front of the Buddha image, which for me, who had recited often until I was used to it, was not necessary at all. I bowed down again. Before walking out carrying a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses, causing other people to look at them with wonder if they weren't brought to worship the Buddha or not, but I didn't care.

Flowers are not for making merit. I bought it for an important person. I started taking steps towards where she was before I heard a voice coming from behind...

"Oh! You're here again this year?" A man whose body was covered in an orange-yellow cloth and his hair and eyebrows had been shaved until only skin remained. With a smiling face asked in a friendly way

"Yes, Luang Phi." I raised my hand to greet the monk and smiled before continuing.

"She must be very happy. You come to see her every year."

"Yes, but I don't want her to be with me. I want her to be where she belongs."

"Then that's good. Let's go. You're probably waiting too long." The monk smiled warmly and gently. Before telling me to go

"Yes, goodbye, Luang Phi." I raised my hand in greeting and walked out again.

It didn't take long for me to stand in front of a sparkling silver pagoda about two meters in size that was decorated with incense burners and pretty yellow flowers. In front of me was a picture of a woman smiling cheerfully. Under the picture there is a message written that says...

'Miss Lalita Chandrawong Chata 9 June 1987, died 30 Dec. 2010, age 23 years'

This girl is my girlfriend. When I first met her, she was a good-natured, kind-hearted, outgoing, and moral person. Which I thought was very suitable for her dream of wanting to be a lawyer. From that moment I was both envious and in love with her. Until we finally got together, but then...

' 5 years ago

“Have you planned this yet? What should I do throughout the year?"

A young woman in a school uniform sitting in the seat next to me asked while driving with an excited expression. A beautiful face that was hard to see because of the darkness It was shown when driving past a light pole along the road. My girlfriend Mint and I agreed that we would go on a New Year's trip just the two of us, and she asked me to be the driver.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked.

"Prayers for a new year," she replied without even thinking.

"It's good for you." I smiled knowingly at my girlfriend. She laughed back and I always knew that her laugh could brighten my world and I still don't know what I would be without it...

“So, what do you want to do?” she asked again, curious.

"I can do anything. Can be anywhere Just having you there is enough." After finishing speaking, she gently patted my shoulder before saying...

"I don't know what to say. Where did you get this saying from?”

"What? This is coming from my heart... Hey! Be careful!"

I brought my mind back to the steering wheel of two bright lights that I was sure were the car's headlights. Running towards us at high speed, I tried to turn the steering wheel to escape but it was too late. A black pickup truck appeared in front of me. That was the last thing I saw before...

Chrome!!!

Light filtered through my eyelids and when I opened my eyes I saw a white room with two beds, one of which was mine and the other was empty. This place must have been a hospital. When I examined my body carefully I found that my arm My leg, head, and left eye were wrapped in a fairly thick white bandage. Next to me was a man who looked like a doctor, along with two women who were probably nurses. I thought back to the events that made the image of who? Some people pop up in my head.

"Mint! Doctor, how is Mint? How is my girlfriend?” I turned to the doctor and asked, feeling extremely shocked and uncomfortable.

"Calm down first. Your condition is not seriously injured. As for you lady... you are now in a special room and may not have long to live." I could only remain silent. Can't say anything He felt a pain inside, so tight he couldn't form words. “I want you to go see her before you don't have the chance, but I need to look at your mental state first.”

"I'll go." The doctor nodded and had the nurse lift me into the wheelchair.

We entered a sterile room that was not very large. Inside was a lot of medical equipment. It was a hospital bed and the person lying on it was Mint. She was wrapped in bandages from head to toe, leaving only part of her body. Covered eyes, nose and mouth with an oxygenator

Tick...tick...tick...

The rhythmic sound of her pulse carried throughout the silent room.

"Min..." I called out to her softly. But like a miracle, her previously closed eyes slowly opened.

“Nat…?” A hoarse and soft voice came out of her small mouth.

"Yes, it's me." I reached out and placed my hand on the thin, pale hand of the person on the bed.

"Glad...that you came...there's...important matter...to tell." Her thin hand gripped mine tightly. His voice stuttered and he tried to form a sentence.

"What? Come on."

"I...love you."

"I love you too." She gave me a sweet smile through tears, which was the last smile I got from her.

Tid.........'

Then I and her relative went to the police station. The police said that the person driving the black pickup truck was drunk and driving. He was so drunk that he couldn't even speak to the police. The police charged him with drunk driving that caused injury and death to another person. The accused accepted it in good faith and agreed to pay the fine.

Damages, treatment costs, and compensation costs to us as well. But even then, they couldn't bring the dead back to life.

I looked at her picture again after thinking about it. Since then I have come here every year on the day she passed away. and speak the same sentence with the same feelings that never change no matter how many years pass.

“I wish you happiness and be reborn in a good world. My family and I are fine, don't worry about things this way...I love you...I miss you."