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❛ Getaway Car ❜

⌗ 22
third person ✎ᝰ
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A deafening silence looms over the air as the two drive back home to the suburbs. There's an unfamiliar tension that mixes itself into their space—making it feel tighter. Their belongings take up the boot and the entirety of the back seat. There's only so much space a car can offer, and with the tension, it feels suffocating.

The distance between them feels larger than it seems. Both their bodies lean towards their respective sides of the car. It's quarter past seven now and the sun has gone to rest.

Riley parts her lips. "We should eat dinner."

Mason taps the steering wheel with two fingers and clicks her tongue. "Sure. We can probably drop by at the next restaurant we see."

Silence follows for what seem like minutes. Riley grew more and more uncomfortable as time passed. It had only been a minute since she last spoke. She wasn't sure how to deal with this. She's not used to it. Riley felt sure of one thing though—that the latter felt the same way.

"I don't think we should." Riley uttered sternly. "I think we should go to some place we actually enjoy. It's still our anniversary. Sort of." She beckoned. "I don't know. I'd rather that..."

Mason cleared her throat and nodded, "Yeah, I don't really mind." She answered dejectedly. The younger had kept her eyes steady on the road since they left the cottage. The closest she'd been to looking over at Riley had been her quick glances over at the side mirror when needed.

Another long silence followed thereafter. Riley had become less and less hopeful of lifting Mason's spirit after what happened back at the lake. There's feelings of regret that washes over her as they continue to drive back to the city.

"I can drive if you're feeling tired." Riley shared. "We can pull over somewhere and switch seats."

Mason took a deep breath and shook her head. "It's fine, Riley. You don't have to do anything. Just sleep if you're feeling tired. I can wake you up when we get to the restaurant. We're still far so you can rest up until then." She stated.

That was the most she's ever spoken Riley thought to herself. The latter had barely spoken more than a sentence since they got in the car. She could only think back to what happened by the lake. How she walked off and kept to herself. How she avoided Mason and her attempt at consoling her worries and concerns. She sat their quietly and fiddled with her fingers. The inside of her cheeks were wedged between her teeth.

Riley could only think about her actions. How was I so stupid enough to just leave her like that she wondered. The amount of regret that was building up inside of her could almost equate to the amount of baggage that took room at the back of the car. It felt like a heavy load that she couldn't bare to take on all by herself. It was suffocating and the small space was making it harder for her to breath. Her desire to eat had been replaced by the much larger urge to throw up and cry—but she couldn't. Riley was trapped.

She was in a getaway car that would soon take her to her undeniable doom and despair. Mason felt so out of reach for someone that was right by her. Her heart ached so badly it was almost breaking. An inevitable feeling driven by her own mistake. Her own personal doing.

Riley removed her right hand from the pocket of Mason's oversized jacket that she was still wearing. Her shakiness was more apparent than she thought. Her urge to hide it away was soon overtaken by Mason's swiftness.