The drive was too quiet.
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Mathew didn’t play music.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t even look at me.
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Just drove.
Steady hands on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road like nothing else existed.
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I sat beside him, trying not to overthink every second of silence.
But it was impossible.
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“Where are we going?” I asked finally.
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He didn’t answer immediately.
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“You said you wanted to fix things,” he replied after a while. “I assumed you meant somewhere private.”
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Private.
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The word sat heavy in my chest.
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“I didn’t mean isolated,” I said carefully.
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He glanced at me briefly.
A faint smile touched his lips.
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“You don’t trust me?” he asked.
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I almost laughed.
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“No,” I said honestly.
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That made him chuckle softly.
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“Good,” he s
