The Run

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This was a bad idea. I would say it was the worse idea I've ever had but I know just as much as you do that it would be a lie because there's this thing that I've done which was, for real, the worst idea in the history of ideas ever, and nothing could ever compare to it. Anyway, I'm rambling again. Back to the second worse idea ever: that girl. 

I don't know who she is and why she took a liking to me the way she did. I just know that her name is Emmie, and that's already too much information for me. I promised myself I wouldn't form any bond with anyone but she came in like a hurricane and she imposed herself on me like I had no choice, and I let her. I agreed to drive her to her place in Columbus so she could grab her stuff - she wants to run away but I don't know why and I won't ask, I sure won't - and then she asked me to wait for her by the car in front of the apartment building because she thought her quote-unquote boyfriend might be there and she was scared of him and that way I could make sure she made it out alive and that seemed a little bit exaggerated to me but I stayed anyway because of course I didn't want her death on my conscience. I mean...

When she came back, she was carrying that small carry-on bag with wheels, the kind you take with you in the airplane, you know? And it was bright pink with white dots and I rolled my eyes but then I saw she was crying and she looked at me with these doe-like eyes and I could feel the despair gnawing on her insides and suddenly I recognized myself in her. So I asked her if she wanted to sit in the car for a while, you know? I didn't expect her to ask me to drive. I didn't expect myself to do so. And I sure didn't expect her to fall asleep, her head leaning on the window.

So I drove to my own destination because I didn't know what else to do and I needed to get the cash before I left and I wanted to do it quickly because the air in Columbus is too thick for me now I can barely breathe; and when I reached it... 

I've been sitting here for a few hours now, it's already past midnight, and even though I turned off the ignition, she's still sound asleep. I tried getting out of the car to fetch the money - it's only a five-minute walk into the woods, two minutes if I run - but I couldn't. I tell myself it's because I'm scared to leave her alone here, scared she's just fooling me into thinking she's sleeping just so she could steal the car somehow, but I know I'm the one fooling myself. 

I couldn't get out of the car because it is so close to you, Tyler. So close to you and what you were to me. So close to what we were. Together. So close to what I ruined.

Shit. 

I don't even know why I'm writing these letters. They'll never get to you anyway.

Josh

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Author's note: I'm back, guys! I hope some of you are still here, I know I've been absent for the whole summer... I'm not even going to fool myself so I won't promise you regular updates, but I want to take this writing thing a little more seriously, so I can promise to try and work harder.

I hope you're intrigued.