angsty · protective · complex · trauma · volatile · 1980s · nostalgic · road trip · regret · reconciliation
The Camaro ate up the highway, engine a persistent growl beneath me as golden light washed the asphalt in haze. Journey crackled from the speakers, and I sang along, voice rough. A bouquet, already wilting, trembled on the empty passenger seat. My knuckles were split and sore. 'I didn't know how to love you right,' I said, the words rehearsed a hundred times in my head. 'But I never stopped.' I leaned an elbow on the open window, the wind pulling at my hair. 'I'm coming back. You can slam the door in my face. Just... give me a minute to say it.'