"Yoooo! Is this a Tesla? So cool..." I marveled, unable to contain my excitement, as I gazed at the sleek, cutting-edge vehicle. It was a moment of sheer disbelief that I was standing beside such an iconic car. Standing beside me, Amber seemed to share in my enthusiasm as she tossed me the keys.
"Believe it because you're driving," she declared, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
I looked back at her, "Wait, doesn't it drive itself?"
Amber replied, "Kinda... but It's not the best when it comes to the Highway and going from state to state."
I gave her a dumbfounded look as she acted like my face was not plastered on every part of the city by now.
Amber then taps on the front window as she sits in, making me observe the tints on the car.
I went around and sat in the car, feeling overjoyed that I might get a chance back at everyday life... But again, the feeling creeps in that it's undeserved.
"Amber... You don't have to do this... I understand you have little to return to, but this is my situation. You have done enough."
Amber looks at me in the eyes, "Moe, stop it. I'm doing it because I believe in you."
"But to leave with me?"
"Moe, you might not understand, but I... I want to follow what my heart says."
"And what about your family?"
"Not all families are that close, plus I'll be 18 soon, so they will be okay."
Moments later, she looked at me and asked, "What about you, Moe? Are you going to be okay?"
I squinted at Amber, flustered by her barrage of questions. Why would I not be Okay? I was always okay. I just liked rolling with the punches, day by day.
"What do you mean?" I asked while focusing on the road.
"You are not over it."
"Yes, I am."
She snarled, "You liar."
My eyebrows shot up. "Wait! What is it?"
"Shut up!" Amber demanded as she reeled over and kissed me. "Now, tell me you are not thinking of her." She said in a gentler voice. Tears glistened on her irises. "Memories are called baggage for a reason. If you never deal with them and clean your closet, you can never make space for new ones." Quieter, she squeaked, "Even me."Untitled Part 25
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Mystery / ThrillerThis story is about a 19-year-old boy named Moe, who wants to live a peaceful life, but carries baggage that can't be tossed to the side. Moe has the power to (re)live the past or future through his dreams. He is framed for killing his best friend...
