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Sliding the tape into the cassette felt as natural as the wheel behind his hands. The usual bumps on the road keeping his thoughts occupied and distracted from the mundane and borderline torturous dread the day brought. His left arm rested on the open window. Wind brushing past his glass. A cooling feeling, another distraction. The road seemed to stretch on for miles. An endless route. But it was familiar, it was home. The road was so quiet this time of the day. rarely anyone about. The sun rising early in the sky. Bright and wanting to be seen. A bright blue flashed in the corner of his eye. a lighter color than the sky, light enough to be noticeable yet still easy to look over. A car. Speeding in hurry. Eyes widening his foot stomped on the break, yet his window never seemed closer.
The skidding of wheels seems silent now, yet ever present. He tried to move his hand but he felt so weak. Like being a kid in bed again. The fire inside his glass blaring and burning. Sick and daft. Young eyes filled with wonder even with how ill he was; but that is neither here, nor there. Now, all he see's is a surrounding sunset. Expanding in every which way. He wanted to move. To take a step and look around. Yet this place was so unfamiliar and.. It just didn't feel real. He didn't feel real. He shakily took in a breath(when did he stop?) and closed his eyes. The never ending expanse blocked out. This place felt so numbing. He felt nothing yet everything at the same time. Opening his eyes again he turn his head. With a shaky step forward he looked towards the only thing here. A radio on a table and two seats cushioned by a soft leathery fabric. The floor rippled like water. His feet like pebbles skimming the surface. Thoughts of a young lamp filled a mind that had been blank from the numbness of it all. Memories burned into the abyss of a mind yet somehow forgotten anyhow. He never did tell her goodbye after their last fight did he?.. The sound of sizzling accompanied each step. The only sound heard in this voided landscape.
Stopping and standing felt like the only thing he could do. So he did. His head slowly looked around (Not like there was much to see anyways). The only thing greeting his sight is that same frozen sunset you see in every direction. It felt so unsettling. Nothing yet something. So empty. He itched to reach for his cassette. Something to listen to. Anything to listen to. A distraction . But all he can do is sit there... Right, there are seats. Dragging his head back to the couches he stares. Will they feel like nothing too? He itches to reach out. Lifting one foot to reach in front of the other has never felt like a slower process. When he finally fell into the seat he didn't know what to expect. Maybe at least something. Something to end the numbness. Yet all he felt. He didn't know how to describe it. Like static reaching on to his limbs. Wrapping around his handle and metal. Soft and fuzzy. Almost comforting. Yet, so off putting.
He... Didn't know what to do. He was on the job. It was such a silent morning. The birds chirps barely above a decibel. He itched to be on the wheel again. Behind it with his music playing. Enjoying the early morning. He didn't want this. Whatever this was. He just- The sound of tires skidding and metal scraping metal. He choked in a breath as his hands closed an opened. He wanted to go home. (But home... Home is gone now.) Was it? He wanted to go back. Wanted to. Laughter as he fell in a puddle sparked to his attention. He dragged her down with. He felt his chest constricting. Absentmindedly he rubbed at his eye. The blur only got worse. Shoulder shook as he sucked in another breath. He died, didn't he? With the realization, his world came crashing.
His heart ached and hurt. It hurt so bad. He wanted to go back, but he had nothing back there in the first place. But it was still so much better than whatever awaited him here. And here, he was sure nothing was waiting. Not another soul would wait for him. A sob broke past in his daze. But he was alone. He had been alone before but there was still life. There were people and plants. Even if it wasn't his to keep it was still his to see. For everyone to see and live knowing there were others out there. Even with so many people around he felt out of place, he was by himself. Back then and now. But now, there was truly nothing. Nothing but two couches, a table, and a radio.
He feels so lost. More than ever before.