˖᯽ ݁˖ “When people get close to me, I feel trapped. And I bail and I blame them for it.”

The drive was silent. Absent of music, absent of conversation. Nothing but the engine, and the soft thum of wind against the metal Volvo.

“I bail… and I don’t know, I just get scared.” She repeats, eyes on the road. She knows you can hear her; you’re in the back seat, quiet as can be.

“Funny thing, huh?” She laughs, though it’s… more sad than anything.