I thought if I hadn't taken that trip

Saw the movie with my fiancé at a Miami theater. It takes at least sixteen hours to drive all the way from Ohio to Florida. We sat in the cinema clasping each other's hands and said nothing. I wanted to camp all the way to Miami, but only after realizing that the campsite has been booked until May next year. We two poor fools had to find the cheapest motel to live in. Sometimes they would sleep in the car, wake up in the morning, stand up, put a cigarette in their mouth, twist the engine without washing their faces, and continue On the road, no-brainerly shouting that we are hobo king. A pile of inflatable pads, tents, and camping equipment were piled up in the back seat, but none of them were of any use. Save money to the point of sitting in an expensive movie theater. The same brand of travel bag as in the movie, listening to the same song, and having the same youthful impulse. The bleak reality of reality is revealed everywhere in the film. After sobbing a few times, I realized that I was afraid of marriage. Even if the heroine can find more candidates. Even if I say that she was not strong enough when she was young, she practiced her youth. Even the cinema is so small and crowded. Even though we didn't camp once. I fell in love with this film. Only later did I realize that fear of marriage was an excuse, but I was actually dissatisfied. Not satisfied that we drove the small broken car all the way from the far north to the far south, not satisfied that we sneaked to the bathroom of the fast food restaurant in the morning to wash. I told him let's go home, I don't want to live so sadly outside, why should we come out? It's not to play at all, but to be tired. He comforted me, but he was the one who needed to be comforted. Most of the time he was driving, looking for hotels, tidying up the car to make room to sleep, and trying to make me happy.
I was driving on my way home, and I would be home in a few minutes. We, as always, have a sentence without a sentence. I turned on the turn signal and he told me there was a car in my blind spot and I looked back and I was about to hit it. Immediately I turned the wheel in the opposite direction, but the seventy mph took the car out of control. I wanted to hit the brakes, but my hands and feet couldn't coordinate, and instead I slammed on the gas pedal deeply. The world in front of him distorted rapidly. I watched as I slammed into the high-speed separation wall, and the side airbags deployed to make sure my head didn't smash through the glass. Then the car bounced in the other direction. It was the most overwhelmed, frightened five seconds of my life. I sat blankly in the driver's seat, and he held me and kept asking me if I was injured. I watched a well-meaning person in front of me stop and run towards us, and I shook my head. I stammered and asked him if he was okay, and he said it was okay. Only then did we realize that we were parked in the middle of the expressway. Fortunately, there were no other traffic accidents. He and kindhearted people started to push the car to the side of the road. He ran over and told me I needed to steer hard and tap the accelerator. At that time, I panicked to the extreme, and I had not recovered from the accident just now, and needed to continue driving the car that had failed for me. I know that the door on my side is deformed and cannot be opened, so I can drive this car. I stepped on the accelerator lightly, gritted my teeth, and held the steering wheel tightly. The car moved forward a little bit, and I could feel the deformed wheels struggling desperately. The kind woman walked to the window and encouraged me, saying I did a good job, don't be afraid, I'll be there soon. I stopped the car on the side of the road and got out of the car as if running away. All the good-hearted people left, and he called the police car and the consignment van. I didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the extremely deformed body. I don't know how long the police came, and he asked me, "Where do you come from?" I opened my mouth, but found that I couldn't spit out a word, my nose was sore, and big tears dripped down my mouth.
Sorry to put this in the review. I'm not a writer, and I don't even want to recall everything about that trip, it's about this film, and it all came out by accident. Today is the third day of the crash and the new used Subaru is only three months old. Was informed today that the repair price will be higher than the cost of the car itself.

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