These Fragmented Parts

CHAPTER FIFTY

The drive to the airport was quiet. Carson was just sleeping and I was just listening to music. I couldn’t prevent myself from feeling overwhelmed upon the thought of this even when I said this a multiple time. I’m not the kind of person who’s daring and adventurous and wants to try out new things, I was pretty much inclined to the orthodox because changes sometimes fear me, and doing new things just makes me think of my mom’s stern look, not wanting me to create a mistake. But now, she’s no longer here and I don’t know. I’m still nervous about this.

I leaned on the car window and just watched the view of the city in darkness with the illumination of streetlights pass by me, it’s quite strange. I just listened to music and read Laura’s long message for me, as if we both knew each other f