you thought it was real. hell, you even talked about your future while intertwined at night. everything was perfect, until he just left. no note, no goodbye, you woke up with the bed empty and the impala outside gone. at first you assumed he’d come back, of course he would, but now it’s been a year, no calls no texts, nothing. you’ve tried to move on, but something just wouldn’t let you. now, your friend is having problems in her house that she refuses to tell you about, then you see the familiar impala parked in her driveway.