Sometimes, it isn’t enough for her to know she isn’t alone in the world. There are times she yearns to see another reality. Traveling though life and time makes her wonder. Will this time or this day will be the day? Gripping the steering wheel she can feel her heart break as she stares at the road ahead. The memories flooding her eyes, rolling down her cheeks- are they enough. Sometimes awaiting just has to be.
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