The voice
202 Words
As I settled into the cab, I couldn't shake off the weight of the recent events. My heart felt like it was being pulled in every direction, torn between grief, anger, and a lingering sense of betrayal.
The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, perhaps sensing the turmoil within me. "Are you alright, miss?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
I nodded, forcing a weak smile. "Yeah, just a rough day," I replied, not wanting to burden a stranger with my problems.
As we drove through the familiar streets of the city, memories flooded my mind like a relentless tide. Each corner held a fragment of the past, reminding me of moments both cherished and painful. But now, as the buildings and landmarks gradually faded into the distance, I felt a strange sense of liberation.
It was like shedding an old skin, leaving behind the ghosts of the past to forge a new path forward.The cab ride seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing minute bringing me closer to my destination: a fresh start, far away from the shadows that haunted me.
Finally, we arrived at the bus station, where I would begin my journey to a new city.
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