Early vacation

"Don't forget the condom," Diana reminded him, lying in the backseat with her eyes closed.

Her voice, like that of a shy mosquito, didn't reach him.

"Sorry, can you repeat? Do you want something?"

Diana shifted silently, feeling like he was playing with fire.

Suddenly she also felt hot, a fire spreading so much that the young woman regretted it as soon as she let it out.

"If you cum inside me, I'll make you clean it up with your mouth."

The car was in a terrifying silence for several seconds. Her abdomen and face seemed to boil in silent anguish.

The first congratulated her for giving him a piece of her mind and her desire. With her eyes closed, her imagination went wild, as did the other, her face seemed to swell with so much blood and shame flowing.

Wriggling her toes, now she really wanted him to do this. Her heart was complicated.

'But I don't want to have twelve children,' she thought with a shaky smile. Twelve versions of them running around the house didn't seem so bad.

Suddenly she froze in place, two soft lips appeared out of nowhere, kissing her as if they wanted possession of her tongue. Escaping to the corners, he didn't give up until he found the aloof tongue, leaving her lips wet and her breath panting.

"I'll be back soon."

"Don't come back," the bastard laughed out loud.

The click of the door closing gave Diana a feeling of peace and sleepiness. Her thoughts kept her company for a few minutes.

After realizing the mess of desires and electricity that were her legs, she controlled her imagination, sat down and fixed her clothes.

Her heart slowed down and she promised to end all stress that night. Through the windows, her eyes wandered in search of her personal penguin. They stopped at the convenience store next door.

'What's taking him so long?'

Her eyes didn't have a chance to find him, they blinked at the sound of a car.

So loud, so clear, so close...

When Diana turned around it was too late, an absurd force hit the car. Her body floated for a second or two, hit the windshield and for an instant she felt only the shattered glass, sharp and cold. Everything was cold, it was spinning, dying. Diana didn't understand, her mind didn't process it but her body knew instinctively that it was wrong.

She saw the car being hit by a truck.

'... We were in the parking space', was the only thing that went through her head.

Then it was just... Emptiness.

...

..

Unaware of what was happening around her, her memories and dreams mixed together like ink.

She thought of a way to wake up from that fire, from those flames of dreams and reflections.

Diana finally came to, not in a hell of pain, but still a hell of flames.

The fire was high, her car and the truck were in the distance, together as one, she could barely tell which was which, the orange flames melted everything into a single painting of heat and black smoke.

Her back was supported, her legs were supported and somewhere in her body a cold and invigorating flow made her breathe more lightly.

Her confused mind became sharp and assertive, her racing heart calmed down and her cold body was comforted by a black coat.

"What happened?" her eyes shone with clarity as she asked him.

Her instincts took over her mouth. Diana felt she was asking much more than just the accident.

His expression was still frozen like that of a statue, cold and distant, he stared into the distance with flames in his eyes.

"You were between the seats when a truck hit the car, your body flew through the windshield as the car spun. Huh, are you listening? Okay, just rest...", Diana felt like a child listening to a story at night.

She felt her body, there was no evidence of the nightmare she was hearing.

In fact, her body had never been so light and supported, she was an almost invisible fairy.

"N-no, I want to hear", her throat was already dry. Her wet eyes blinked encouraging him to continue.

"I was close. Somehow I held you on the way", the young woman's lips parted.

'It really does seem like a fairy tale. Did I fall asleep on the bench?', with that thought, she sat up slowly. She felt more alive as if she had had a great nap.

Her memories lied to her. Diana remembered cuts, glass, a blow and an abrupt movement.

'A nightmare...', her heart sank a little as she saw the truck and the car in flames. Black smoke rose in thick clouds.

"The driver ran away, there's no one there. Don't worry, just get some sleep," his voice was slow. So empty that she barely recognized it.

A little more relieved, with her breathing lighter and being pulled closer, Diana took a deep breath. His scent was still there, his warmth and embrace too. She realized a little too late that they were sitting on the sidewalk, surrounded by stares. The convenience store was next door, bright as if it illuminated and protected her mind from that cold and dark road.

Suddenly, a little calmer, almost innocent, Diana asked:

"How did you catch me?", she could hear the agitated whispers around her.

Her ears were asking for this story. She was the only one who slept through the gossip. Unfair.

"I left a little earlier..."

'I didn't see him'

"... That's when I saw the truck. I was already on the street when the car spun around, I saw you hitting the window... It shattered and you flew for a second or two."

'That's crazy. My fiancé is Superman.'

Listening to him speak, Diana felt like she was hearing the most absurd lie in history and yet she wanted to be deceived.

"We were lucky, I managed to throw myself to catch you. It wasn't easy, but I've trained for something like that..."

He finally looked into her eyes, which reflected love. "Why? Do you feel pain somewhere?"

His expression was severe. The sounds of the people around him almost disappeared. In the distance her ears were listening to horns and sirens, her nose still twitching with the smell of rubber and ash.

"No. But now I really want to sleep," she didn't know where she found the strength to laugh as she rested her head on his chest.

Her eyes closed. But she felt him smile, as if those lips belonged to her too.

'Maybe it's that security. Or his hand that won't let me go...'

The whole time she felt him by her side, cold and passive as if they were on a walk in the park.

She couldn't read his heart until the next day when she arrived at the hospital with a bouquet of daisies, sweets and lots of treats.

In the end, at least her wish for a vacation came true. The universe was working in her favor.