I went to my car and drove off just like that. I loved her, whimsical as she was, but I was not the one who wanted this to end. Or maybe I do...deep down. I made her break up with me, though I did care for her. I would not have stayed for this long if I did not. But none of that matters now. The moment I stepped out of that place, I started rationalizing why I would not miss her. I know even my conscience will not linger. Because my unconscious thoughts are still haunted by the ghost of a girl from my past. ____________________________ Disclaimer: This is a work of Fiction The events, characters, and situations depicted in this narration are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. The content is created solely for entertainment purposes, and any similarities to real-life individuals, organizations, or scenarios are unintended. Please enjoy this work as a product of imagination and creativity.