Amaya
I climbed into the back of the car and smiled nervously at the driver. I had never not driven myself to work before. It wasn’t like I could afford to pay for someone to take me in, and I barely ever took cabs because I always thought of it as a waste of money. It was odd, knowing that now, I could have asked for a driving tour of the whole city and been able to afford lunch at the end of it.
“The library?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I replied, and he drew away from the building and down into the city. I turned to watch the apartment vanish into the distance. Some part of me was still begging for us to turn around, forget work, and spend the rest of the day hiding out in the apartment together reminding ourselves of everything we’d both forgotten.
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