Road trips are jourhat must be taken with patience while the ndscapes, wide and narrow roads, toll booths, and rural green areas. They stopped at a small , and a restaurant along the way. This restaurant ecial and frequented by various on travelers, who traveled from the tryside to the city and vice versa.

  -Ihan two hours, we'll arrive in Liverpool, - Franz, the driver in charge of taking care of both Agustina and Billy, ented. Billy's blond hair was slightly damp; it was a rainy day despite being summer, and the rain tio trate everywhere.

  Franz was a chubby man with little hair, a ft nose, and crooked teeth, but he smiled regardless of the yellow of his teeth. He was quick to talk while driving, wearing a beret and a suit, regardless of the stifliher.

  -Here, we have some meats, - Franz ented, followed by William, a man in charge of trip security.

  -Thank you, Franz, everything has been fantastic, - Agustina ented, wearing a rge scarf from Maer, while Billy watched his mother smile, her broad forehead and straight hair, typical of her chosen hairstyle of the day. They walked towards the establishment, notig the truckers who arrived; the restaurant looked like a bar, with numerous gss cups surrounding a small bar with a gas station dispy, an iing sponsorship.

  -Franz, what should we order? Breakfast was quite satisfying; you ate beans, sausage, eggs, and bread for breakfast. I'm just a woman who has coffee or tea for breakfast, - Agustina ented, putting an arm around Billy atg TV.

  Sports.

  -Snacks are fine, dear, while the boy needs a good meal, - Franz ented.

  -That would be excellent, Franz, - Billy ented.

  They paid attention; one of Billy's songs started pying on the radio, a fantastic sound that brought back a fond memory of Billy's adventures. It was f.

  -The boy sings well, - William said.

  -My sweet boy, he's fantastic, - Agustina said with her chest puffed up with pride.

  They tiheir journey calmly, Billy rested his head against the window as the rain fell in quid slow drops. As the rain tinued, people ed up warmly; on the road, it only mattered to keep going. In some situations, the traffic was heavier, but not this time. The cttering sound of the windshield wipers, along with the tires running from side to side, the annou of the entrao Liverpool was not less than 30 miles away. However, arriving was just a fantasy. He remembered well the smile his mave him moments before; it was sht aiful, serene, with a few lines around her eyes, warm like nothing else.

  -I love you, - Agustina said instinctively, softly, only the movement of her lips ontaneous, as she was.

  She had a habit of closing her eyes and moving her nose slowly; it was a sign of life, a sign of affe that she made to ask about something. Billy turned his gaze and looked through the window, without further result, the pirees, a good song, some people wao take him to the world of rock, while others said that his preferred path was in rap because of his figure. He stopped at a song he liked a lot, "Somewhere Only We Know," "Every's ge" passed through his mind.

  Time stood still, as the belfries seemed to stop when the hour struck, the burning sound of a new hour, in terms of inequality, in terms of unity, everything was very different from the only thought of life.

  The car spun in circles, inhumanly; it spun with force, like a spinning top crashing into a superior force, which pulled and tugged at it, almost vibrating.

  Moments before, a small truck, a man about 31 years old, reached his route, a 28-hour journey of tinuous work; his final destination was Liverpool. Without paying attention, he had a brief moment of sleep, microseds, less than ten, enough for him to press the accelerator, at over 100 kilometers per hour, without giving space, he collided with a ceremonial car, followed by the small Audi car in which Billy and Agustina were riding, the impact was s that the car lost all trol.

  As if by ce, the spins became more pronouhe water allowed the car to skid, with trifugal force, Billy noticed everything iail, William's frightened face, cheg Billy's signs, simply from his left.

  -The seatbelt, - he shouted.

  -The seatbelt. –

  A reckless turn, without seeing a curve, the car plunged down the small hill, breaking the metal, the roadside safety barrier. The tru the shoulder was not so fortunate, and it followed suit, causing them to flip like a die thrown on a green o table, spinning and spinning. Billy felt his arms, unaware, but in his mind, seds before, as he looked out the window, her smile hollowed out with affe and longing, the warmth of a permissive, sweet, friendly will, unique in its ht... like the stars ging color, in their ephemeral death, like the dawn slipping across the sky.

  The world turned into a spicy bck, a pierg sound in his ears, like an unpleasant, shrill whistle, just as the rain and screams began to sound on the highway. Franz suffered a blow to the head, while William, after ten minutes, mao open his eyes slightly, feeling dizzy; the car was overturned, a pulsing, and he closed his eyes in deep unsciousness. The act was terrible, of such magnitude that the first ceremonial car mao maneuver and crash into a pole, the truck lost all trol and was overturned. Meanwhile, the bck car was destroyed on the side of the road.

  It took twenty-five minutes for the ambuo arrive; the sirens bred, and the police, firefighters, and some paramedics were all there. Another procedure for some, the desote atmosphere began to vey doubts.

  -A terrible act, - ehe officer in charge.

  ***

  Bad news always es uedly, at the worst times, it's like a regur call like no other, people e something so uable that wet stuck, on an inplete night, that day, Billy had a reality check.

  -Good afternoon, we have a young Billy Carson and Agustina Gohe reended phone number appears here as Jerry Wexler, - ented a young assistant administrator from Liverpool General Hospital.

  An itg filled Jerry's chest; there remonition that robbed him of his breath, unwilling to ahe call.

  -Yes, ma'am, - Jerry replied, almost drowning in water, his words came out with a disgusting taste, of epiphany, which reminded Jerry of his long life of events, some clear, others so dark.

  -Mr. Jerry, this is Liverpool General Hospital speaking, - the administrator said.

  -Y-yes, ma'am, - Jerry replied without being able to articute correctly, unwilling to finish those words, a chill began to spread down his back. Jerry was an old soul, no longer willing to suffer; his tears were no loears of accumution, now he was like a child, he advised himself to cry, he was old, even more, sensitive than when he was young, life was sinister, like a cold punishment, the child he had taken care of for a year, the mother who warmed the heart of any man, and Franz, a lifelong friend.

  -Are you listening to me, sir? - the administrator asked, somewhat more subdued upon hearing the broken voice of the old man on the phone.

  -Excuse me, but... I'm feeling a bit dizzy, - Jerry said.

  The hotel room grew darker the moment Jerry heard the words, so suffog, two deaths, one in intensive care, two critically injured. It was like a moment of hopelessness whehe air you breathe is difficult to breathe.

  -Yes, ma'am. But do you have more information? - Jerry replied.

  How painful! To suffer such a tragedy at such a happy moment. The administrator's words ignited a heat of profou, what an inhumane and weary life. He adjusted his breathing; it accelerated with each breath, and he couldn't fully prehend what was happening; it was all a lie.

  He dialed a number, not knowily what to do.

  -We have a problem, - Jerry said with a hoarse voice, as he poured himself a drink. Death never sits well; the administrator's information was clear and blunt.

  ...

  For all my readers, who are always aware of this fic, I want you to know that the reading is plete, that is, everything that happens has relevance, and each chapter is pnned, in some way by me. Billy's story may seem somewhat unfinished, but it is the reading that I think suits him best, good day.