Five
I get in and sink into the seat, covering my eyes as I cry until my body feels empty.
“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” the driver stammers, heartbroken like me.
“I was the one who didn’t work,” I break down in uncontrollable sobs.
“Love sometimes comes disguised as the moon, and when morning comes, it fades away.”
“But the moon never fades,” I interrupt, confused.
“Exactly,” he smiles through the rearview mirror.
“Wait… that’s… please, can you take me somewhere else?”
“At your command, miss,” he calms me gently.