[ WP ] Everyone you interact with dies with in a week

`` Ma'am? Can I help you?'' 
 
 I can barely see the man's face, the headlights are so bright. White beams in the dark, blinding in the still night air. 
 
 `` Ma'am?'' 
 
 He's behind the wheel of a slim, sleek car, head poking out of the side window. The side door opens and the man steps out. He's young. 
 
 `` Can I give you a lift or something. Or my - my jacket? You must be freezing out here.'' 
 
 He's right. I am. It's cold. The snow is unforgiving. 
 
 I duck my head as he walks towards me, and when he goes to put his jacket over my arms the knife in my head plunges into his chest. Deep. 
 
 Red blood squirts out. His mouth forms a wide'O', his eyes likewise. He falls to the 
 
 The engine's still running inside. It's warm, and there's a song playing - vaguely electronic. 
 
 I drive away, the crumpled body on the highway just another lump in the dark. Windshield wipers stop the snow from building up, and the white flakes threaded in my sweater are melting, melting in the heat. 
 
 He'd seen me already; I'd just helped him along... Besides. Who can say no to heated seats? 
 

