I was utterly engrossed in work for the last few hours. Though nothing is more important than my work, which I thought all the time. To show everyone in my family that I am human - not because I want them so. I never cared for them.
It has been raining for the last few days. But I still went to work. It was the third day; it had started to rain hard. But I was still getting ready for work. But my son, Mihad, is determined not to go to school. It was important for him to go to school that day, but he didn't want to go. The rain seemed like a perfect excuse. But not for me. I forced him, and he finally agreed. He went to school, and after a while, I went to my work.
The road was flooded with rainwater, and it was tough for me to drive over the flooded road. But I didn't pay much attention to the rain. At the signal, I noticed there was no other vehicle there except my car and a van.
When the lights went green, I moved because I was a bit late, and for some unknown reason, the van also run. I had to overtake the van to get on my way, and I did. It took me a long time to figure out what happened. As I was driving, I heard a police siren coming from far away. My car was on the road, with no damage, and I was uninterrupted, too.
At a glance, I understood what had happened. I ran, the van ran, the van driver saw me and couldn't stop. We were driving in the hairpin road, and the van was nowhere to be seen. I don't know if it probably fell.
The siren was coming fast. I started my car and surprisingly arrived at my office without any guilt. Suddenly a noise interrupted my thoughts. My phone was ringing, and it was my wife. I responded she called me to ask if I could bring lunch to the office because she forgot to pack it. I denied her, and I told her what happened on the road. She was angry at me and told me to go back and see what had happened to the van. But I just cut the line until another call interrupted me.
I was walking towards the hospital's front door, and I saw a van, a damaged van.
I stared at it, and not letting myself believe it was me. 'You killed him' I looked down and saw my wife staring at me, her hard but beautiful brown eyes. I was fascinated by her beauty. She looked so beautiful then, and it's hard to believe I've never noticed it before. You killed him, she said again; there was poison in his voice, which made me tremble. There were tears in those beautiful eyes.
They were looking at me with insulting eyes. Yes, I killed our son, but it was not intentional. I'm sorry, We can have another if you want. Mihad was only six years old. I tried to tell her those lines, but I knew I shouldn't, and I was silent. Leave such thoughts.
She hates you! I told myself, and I didn't know then how true I was.
