Five

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by strawberrie_geko

by strawberrie_geko

"This might be our last chance."

The movie was...it was us. I began to slowly feel uncomfortable. But I stupidly found comfort through her arms resting over my chest and her head softly placed on my shoulder. What scared me more than seeing myself in a VHS tape was hearing my voice through the speakers. I was the narrator. AN then it glitched to us in a car. our stuff piled in the back.

"I stepped on the gas so our worries can't follow us and to where no one will recognize us...you."

My voice on the screen was hesitant and it also like I was mourning...but mourning what? It was almost like we committed horrid crimes. My voice sounded guilty and it made me uneasy.

"We drive as fast as possible." My foot continued to press the gas to the floor through the deserted road we were traveling on. She pulled out a cute pink mixtape labeled the Rolling Stones.

"We leet the Rolling Stones songs play on, but no songs could drown the cries of either of our hearts."

What...did we do?