Two colors of my life

I was passing through the pedestrian crossing. I just got caught in the middle of the passage. The world started to turn. It was customary, actually, it was when i stayed were i was for a while.But when i looked at it for the last time, the "Transition for pedestrians" time remaining ten seconds might not be enough, it won't be enough. I was stuck between the two elections. I could force myself to walk, but my dizziness would increase and i would blackout. Then the cars would crush me. Or i would stay where i was and wait for my dizziness to pass. During this time, the red light would be on for pedestrians and the cars would crush me again. I had to decide my way of death. While i was trying to choose between death and death, i heard the footsteps of someone running behind me. Two things could happen if he didn't understand that something was wrong. If his goal was to pass the road before the red lights was on, i wouldn't have to choose anymore, i would faint from the stress because i am annoyed when someone is approaching me or something. It would be a matter of time to faint when my current situation was added to it. The other option was that the man noticed the situation and slowed when he approached me and asked me if something was going on. The result would not save me anyway. If the man asked the question, i wouldn't be able to answer it, if he didn't think i was disrespectful and continued to question me, we would go to the next world together. This huge scenario, which i thought of in a second, made me wonder about what would happen, so my excitement was getting even more. On the other hand, the footsteps of the man approaching me and the decreasing seconds seemed to throw me right in the middle of the thriller. 
But the man did something that wasn't on my mind. Now, while my excitement has reached the highest dose, suddenly my feet were cut off from the ground caused me to leave myself completely. It looked like life was continuing when i woke up. The cars were moving normally, the siren sounds coming in between helped me sober. When the fog before my eyes began to disappear, I saw that I was sitting on the pavement. There were three or four people around me, they were looking at me. They seemed less in number and more worried than people who didn't have a job-power other than gathering around  when something happened to someone. My guess was that they had repelled the "useful" crowd I just mentioned, because they acted as if they knew each other. If my guess was correct, the person who saved me was not here, because they saw that I woke up and any of them did not approach me too much. A worried voice soon separated me from my thoughts:
-Are you okay?
I couldn't look at his face because my head still hurts. But I realized he was a "cool" guy with his shoes and pants. He had worn navy blue jeans which are not very tight on black sneakers. When he realized that I had no power to raise my head, he sat next to me on the sidewalk, and turned his face at me and repeated it, smiling:

-Are you okay?
In response, I closed my eyes and shook my head up and down as "yes". The view I saw was even more beautiful than the view of five-star hotels. He was wearing a black leather jacket over the plain white shirt. It was understood that he does sport even when i looked at him from a distance. As for his face, he had brown hair almost dancing  because of a light wind. His eyes were blue, his face was like sketched with a pencil, he had sharp facial features. It seemed to be relaxed from the answer I gave with my head. He opened the lid of the water bottle with his hand and held it out to me. Even though I denied it with my head, he insisted on bringing it a little closer to me. So I took the bottle from him and drank the water. It was really good that I drank. I came to myself as soon as I drank. I thanked and gave the water back. Leaned my hands against the stones of the pavement to stand up. When he realized that I wanted to go, he grabbed my arm and said, "Wait a little longer, then go." His friends shook their heads to support him. A girl among them said: "We wouldn't have your mind," she said coming a little closer to me. I just opened my mouth to appeal that, the man said "Please, five more minutes". "Let's not sit on the pavement at least," I said, looking at the man. They helped me get up thinking that my answer was reasonable. There were two benches next to each other, obviously they hadn't noticed him from excitement. They helped me go to the bank. They were still looking at me from afar and excitedly, except for the guy I thought was saving me. Although there was enough room for all of us on the benches, none of them sat. Indeed, sometimes people don't know what to do when they get excited. To avoid overexposure to the sun, I narrowed my eyes, turned my head towards them and said "Sit down please" like a teacher said to pupils. The disgusting joke seemed to work. They were sober from shock, laughing and sitting on the benches. The man who saved me and the girl who just supported his word sat next to me. The other two men and a girl sat to another bank. Their eyes were still on me. Actually, I wasn't used to that much attention, so I was a little awkward with the situation I was in. After observing them for almost a minute, the girl next to me started talking: “Sorry, there was a very different encounter, we could not introduce ourselves. I'm Almila. I am the one you can get along with than anyone else here. I can't say "No" to anyone . Bera is the name of this handsome man on the other side, i assume you just learned what he was like. I said "I am satisfied" smiling, "My name is Su." When she was looking at me with satisfaction, something suddenly came to her mind, "Wait a minute, I forgot to ask, what just happened to you? We were so worried. You were almost dying. ” Everybody looked at me as if they were waiting for someone to ask this question. I gathered myself and tried to answer: “Never mind, it's always happening, I'm already used to it.” The girl sitting on the side bench: “What do you mean, is it possible to be used to something like this? What if there was something worse? ” Then I realized that I shouldn't say this. As far as I understand, the subject would be longer, I had to find a way and run away. I said that word that had been my motto: "I was going to die the most, there is nothing to exaggerate." And then I stood up, turned my face to them and said, “Thank you so much. Especially to you, Bera. You saved my life. Take care of yourself. ”I turned my back and went. None of them even gave an answer. My acceptance of death so easily, seemed affected them.