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Leaving Greenhill

With the driver side window down, moonroof open, and the car stereo playing our favorite melancholy compilation, Sedona turns to look at me. Her eyes are red and glossy with the glimmering remnants of her tears. I was too overwhelmed with guilt, grief, love and devotion to make any sort of cognitive thought. It was a feat in itself that I was able to keep my eyes focused on the highway. Lucky for us, there aren't too many people out this early in the morning. The distant horizon is almost ready to be illuminated by the impending sunrise; the swirls of pink and orange becoming more and more vivid as we advance further down the interstate.

"Yeah, everything will be all right," I assure her. Wishful thinking never hurt anyone, right? We were on our own now... together. There is nothing that could stop us.

We've been driving for almost five hours now in what all feels like surreal fantasy. I wonder if I'm I really awake or if I'm still at home sleeping, dreaming this surreal dream? What a relief that would be, but I'm not that nave. Nevertheless, I pluck out an arm hair just to make sure that this is indeed reality. . The eerie stillness of the predawn darkness only served to torture me as my mind starts to wander. Just as I thought we were the only ones on the highway, a big rig blares by us, disrupting any sort of comfort we had established.

I'm going to try an' get some sleep now, are you alright to keep driving? Sedona sleepily inquires. How she'd be able to sleep is beyond me.

Yeah, I told her, I'll be fine for a few more hours, I was exhausted, but what choice did I really have? As I turned to look at her again, she already appeared to be sleeping. My beautiful companion lying against the window, eyes closed, her black hair softly caressing her face, her mouth emotionless. Sweet dreams, Sedona.

How did it all come to this? Was there really no other way? What are we going to do now? These are the questions I'm afraid to answer myself. I don't anticipate falling asleep anytime soon with my mind racing like this, but I could at least try... for his sake; for my love. I know he has our best interests at heart, but part of me is starting to become terrified at the reality of what took place earlier in the day. Will everything just be alright like he said it would be. Oh, if only...

I met him in English class and... as un-clich as it sounds, it was definitely infatuation, not love, at first sight. Though, once we got to know

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