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an accident?

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it's eastbound I-94 on a late
thursday night
in the middle of
may,

he says,
"i just feel so alone
sometimes, even
if
i
know i'm not, it started
before i left, it
only
got worse from there, and
i know there's
nothing
i
can do anymore."

she replies with, "i
don't know how you
feel, but i
sympathize with
you, we can do this some-
where else, you
need
to keep your
eyes on the
road."

he states boldly,
"i don't need my eyes to
continue on the path that
i'm going down, things
keep
blowing by faster and
faster and
i want to slow down
but i can't, my boots
are heavy enough
to be filled
with
cement, and my legs are
weary."

she's getting worried,
"i meant the road,
the road that we're driving
on right now."

he doesn't bother to look at her,
"if you'd stop
being so
fucking literal you'd
know what i mean
too."

her voice is dripping with concern,
"please,
slow down,
please."

he doesn't respond,

he doesn't respond,

there are tears pooling in her left eye,
"please, things
will get better, i promise,
please, just slow
down, pull
over, we can talk
this out."

he chuckles,
"you've broken every
promise you've ever
promised, how am i supposed
to believe you mean
it this time?"

she starts crying audibly,
"i- i don't know, jus-
t pleas-
e you hav-
e to be-
lieve me."

he replies coldly,
"i don't have to do anything
but keep my foot
down,
i'm putting my
foot down."

she pulls out her phone,

he closes his eyes and breathes out,

slowly,

slowing,

slowly,

for the last time,

he never liked thursdays.
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ChloroformBoy's avatar
"he never liked thursdays"
dafuq ? how can you not like thursdays ? it's friday eve, basically