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I hope that’s enough, I think to myself as I get into my car, ready for the long drive home. The weather has soured here in the city, and I realize it is going to take me forever once I pull out into traffic. There’s one road block after another, a truck unloading a delivery, then several cars waiting to pull into a parking lot. By the time I’m driving out of the city I’ve already added an extra hour onto my drive, and by the looks of the weather ahead of me, it’s going to take even longer attempting those mountain roads.
I stop at the gas station at the base of the mountain for some gas and a bottle of water. I was hoping to see Miles here waiting for me, but there’s no sign of him. Who knows where he is now. I try calling one more time before getting back on the road, but there’s still no answer.
The sky is a menacing shade of purple, and the wind is whipping so hard that some of the nearby trees look like they are about to blow away any moment. My anxiety picks up, but I do my best to push it down and pull out of the parking lot, heading up the mountain.
About an hour and half into my very slow drive, my anxiety is reaching an all time high. I can feel the wind blowing my little car around on the road, and the rain started about a half an hour ago. I’ve considered turning around and going back to the city for the night several times, but I don’t want Miles to think that I’m staying the night with Spencer.
Thinking Miles should be home by now, I decide to call him through my car’s Bluetooth system one last time. Hopefully he’ll answer.
It rings several times and then goes to voicemail once again. I decide to leave another message.
Hey, Miles, it’s me again. I just thought I’d try one more time hoping you’d pick up. You have to know that I don’t want anything to do with Spencer. He’s in the past. YOU’RE my future. I LOVE YOU, MILES, not him. Call me when you get this so ---oh no, oh my god! MILES!!!!!!!
