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SIRA

Driving down there was the hardest thing ever for me at this moment, I hated the guilt that filled me as his scent filled that call, it was there every where it was infinitely him. How I was suffocated in his

space in a way I couldn’t find unpleasant.

I drove with caution and speed, already my phone was ringing and looking at it, it was him.

I tore my gaze from the phone, I didn't want the situation where he would show up and ruin thing's.

My hand fit the wheel, as I sat in the driver’s seat with an unpretentious confidence and courag, I was driving crazily, I drove above the speed limit as if to maintain the façade that I was really scared.

The wind pulsed through me and the music it played in my ears was melancholic.

It reminded me of the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor in death, or the sound Of teeth on the nape of ma neck, the tug of my hair and strangle.

What ever way it came to my mind, the wind reminded me of death.

My pulse drifted between my heart as I felt i