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Escape. Life has gotten too unexpected, too hard. I need an escape. He died. He left me here alone. It wasn’t in the plan. He is dead. Days have passed, and my bed is now empty. It doesn’t feel real. Escape.Standing next to his stupidly big truck at a gas station, I fill the tank with insanely priced gas. In the back seat sits a backpack with barely anything in it. My need to get out overwhelmed any rational thought. He’s dead. It’s my truck now. I take a deep breath to stop the tears. Escape.Driving. Driving with no goal. Cebeci Escort Driving to get away. Away from loneliness. Away from the calls. I turn off my phone. I need to stop the incessant ringing. People are worried. They “are here for anything I need, not just saying it but really,” but what can they do? Turn back time? Change the fact that he’s gone? What is it that they think they can do? I need to escape.City freeways turn into inland highways. Sparse Çıtır Escort surroundings become dense with trees. He should be here. Fuck him for not making the right choices. Fuck me for not pushing him harder. Escape.Hours and miles have passed beneath me without music, words, or sound other than the truck’s tires on the pavement. I left alone before the sun was up, and now I realize it’s about to set. Where am I? I had no plan. I could keep driving, but Demetevler Escort where? Does it matter? I’ve escaped.Pulling off into a hiking area, I park. The realist in me screams to find shelter, but my grief has me parking and wandering into the wildlife. Escape.It’s summer. The heat back home was unbearable. Here, it’s a loving blanket around me. I walk through trees, following a small dirt path. My mind is silent. My mind is screaming with anger. Nothing makes sense. Hours away, and I’m still looking for an escape.The path leads me to a gentle river. The water is slow and trickles louder than my mind can comprehend. Without thought, I walk to the edge, kick off my shoes, and discard all of my clothes. I step in. The rocks are slippery with green algae. I move slowly to the middle of the stream and lay back, letting the water take me where it dictates.
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