Peter's hand clenches the steering wheel and then grabs ahold of my hand.
I can sense the stiff movements and cautious gestures radiating off him.
"Pete, are you nervous?"
My amused eyes turn and focus on him biting his thumb nail slightly.
"Hmm?" He didn't hear a word I said.
"Nervous?" I laugh out.
"YES, You?"
"Apparently not as much as you are."
"God Sel, I'm a wreck, I don't know what to say to them! What if they hate me?!?! What if they shout me to get out?!?! Huh, what then!"
"Peter, It'll be fine, they'll love you."
He immediately pulls over next to a mountain and parks the car along the side of the road.
He sighs loudly as he turns the car off.
"Pete?"
"Please, Just tell me that were okay."
"We're perfect Peter, absolutely fine." my eyebrows scrunch.
"Okay, then I have something to tell you."
"Ooookay??" Confusion clear across my face.
"I feel like your not over something, and it bugs me at night. So I brought you here, the very same spot that your car crash occurred, and it's time to bury the hatchet. Okay?"
His pleading eyes begging me to be okay with this.
I look out the window and see the mountain, the road way, and the rock. It's time to come out of my daze.
I nod slowly to Peter and go to open the car door.
"Do you want-"
"Shh, No, I have to do this alone." I interrupt him.
Here I go.
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Deep Regression
RomanceDepression has become the Ultimate death sentence since 2007. Many have jumped off buildings, and slit their wrists. Finally the government has decided to take action, putting the ill away. Its 2015, and so much has changed. Bill of rights intact...
