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He never left my mind and I could see him everywhere. He's right beside me. Talking to me. He follows me everywhere too. I grab my car keys with tears welling up.

Maybe if he stayed. Wouldn't it be nice?

Am I crying? Ah, this is why you shouldn't drive when you're drunk.

I could barely see the road ahead of me. I take a sip out of the coffee cup that I left since two days ago. Quite bitter and probably going to make me throw up on my leather seat. 

I speed up and I could feel adrenaline pumping in my body. And I feel myself flying out from my seat. 

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