Seven Days

☂ Rain

On the road

It is raining, apparently. I have to slow down a bit. I'm scared of accidents on the road that everytime it would rain while I'm driving, I'm going to slow down. Not the kind of slow down that I would ask to pull over, just enough for me to calm.

               The red light flashes on, signalling us to stop. I pause the time I have as well (if I can even do that) and think. What can be Evan doing right now?

               The pitter-pattering of the rain reminds me of that same night I broke down with the sky. It's as if it just happened yesterday when in fact, it happened eight months ago already. Is it too long? Have I been waiting for someone who's never coming back anymore?

               I drive again as the green light flashes. I should take a break. My mind is not working well. We're not on the same page because of the rain. I'm confused. Lost. And apparently, the pain is like, it never left me.

               I spot Mcdonald somewhere on the road. I park and run to the entrance. I look at the time on my watch and it's 9:30 pm. There's not much people here.

               "Good evening, ma'am," the girl on the cashier--Dana--says, smiling at me.

               I smile sheepishly and just order what I will be able to eat in fifteen minutes. I don't want to waste time. I want to be at Penn Island before this day end, or just the first thing tomorrow. Seven days is the only time I give to myself.

               What if it fail in seven days? my mind asks me.

               I'll take all chances. I gotta believe to make this work out.

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