"I need to know if romance still exists, or if it's just some perverse fantasy created by hopeless romantics to cope with actuality: that extraordinary true loves only exist in fiction.
I guess only time can tell.
Here's to time, Anna."
"Anna, please pick up. I'm freaking out over here."
"Annaleah please. Just let me know you're okay."
"Anna. Where are you? Tina hasn't seen you since yesterday. Call me!"
I skipped through the rest of Brendon's voicemails and called him.
He picked up after the first ring.
"Anna?"
"Hey."
"Hey? Seriously?"
"Yeah." I say dully.
"Where are you?" He demands.
"I'm...honestly not sure." I laugh bitterly, looking around me.
I apparently fell asleep at some point last night by the side of the road. I was on a highway of some sort, but there was nothing but highway in sight. My car ran out of gas, because of course it did.
"Drop me your location, I'm coming to get you."
Sighing, I do as I'm told.
"Done."
"Jesus fuckin- seriously?! You're an hour from the city!"
Wow. I'm more surprised at the fact I didn't crash my car, being a bad driver and all.
"Stay where you are." I could feel his anger through the phone.
"It's not like I have anywhere to go." I joke, but he only hangs up.
45 minutes later
Brendon's car came into view, and I sighed in relief. He stopped behind me, getting out of his car.
I got my valuables together and got out, feeling the cold autumn air prick my skin.
"Hey, I'm sorry-" I begin, but he cuts me off by hugging me tightly.
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"Never do that again. Please." He whispers in my hair.
"I just- I didn't know what to do, or where to go, so I just kept driving and-" tears started to brim my eyes, though I didn't know why.
"It's okay. Let's go home."
"Home? Brendon, she made herself pretty clear."
He doesn't know how to respond for a second.
"We'll figure something out." He nods, opening the door for me.
"What about my ca-"
"I called the towing company. They're on the way." He closed my door, and I lean back on the headrest, closing my eyes.
I knew there was somewhere else I could go. And I knew that whether I was ready to go back or not was redundant at this point.
"There's a loft. In Queens." I say, still with my eyes closed.
