Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street の小説・ストーリー

"Promise me you’ll be careful." "I promise." She kisses me, deep and desperate. I hold her close, feeling her heartbeat sync with mine. When she pulls away, her eyes glisten with unshed tears. --- The drive to the border takes about twenty minutes. The roads are deserted, the gray sky looming overhead. I’m driving alone, without an escort. If Caden wanted to ambush me, he would’ve done it last night. He’s been waiting, which means— I park at the edge of the tree line and step outside into the cold, crisp air.

“Be safe, Luna. Sleep well.” Rolling up the window, I turned down the road to the highway. It was the first time I drove it myself but it wasn’t a hard path to take. It only felt terrible because it was taking me further away from home, further away from my Alpha.

“Where to?” ‎“Just drive,” I snapped, rubbing my temples. ‎ ‎Then, realizing how insane I sounded, I cleared my throat. “Sorry. 4th Street. Please.” ‎ ‎“Humph,” he grunted nonchalantly. ‎ ‎He slammed his foot on the gas, throwing me back against the worn vinyl. ‎ ‎The man drove like he had a personal vendetta against the asphalt, aggressively hitting a massive pothole that sent me jolting upward until my head nearly grazed the roof.

m. I don't ask for Alfred. I don't tell anyone. I grab my bag, my coat, and go downstairs. I leave the building, the gate opening automatically with my new badge. I walk to the corner, raise my hand. A black cab stops almost immediately. I give him my mother's address in Yorkshire about two hours' drive. The driver nods and pulls away. I lean back against the seat, my heart beating a little faster. This is the first time in days that I've truly gone out alone. No Bentley, no silent chauffeur, no eyes in the rear‑view mirror. Just me, the road, and freedom even if it's illusory.

Just… nothing. I swallow the lump in my throat, force a smile, and whisper, “Yeah, I’m good.” I push the door open and step out, the cold air biting at my skin. The driver watches me as I approach the gate. I climb over it, feeling his eyes on me, widening with disbelief. As I land on the other side, I hear the soft hum of the taxi driving away, the engine fading into the distance until it’s just me. Alone. I take a deep breath and start walking forward, the weight of silence pressing down on me. This is it—no turning back now.

The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror but doesn't say anything. Waterville Street is darker than I expected. The streetlights are spaced too far apart, leaving pools of shadow between them. A few buildings stand empty, their windows dark and hollow. The place feels abandoned, lonely. Was it always like this? I pay the driver and step onto the sidewalk. My breath forms clouds in the air. I look around. No Aaron. My phone screen lights up my face as I pull it out. I text the number. "I'm here. Where are you?"

The setting sun stretched my shadow long across the road as I drove alone toward a golden future that belonged to me—and me alone. At last, everything had settled into dust.

I deserve it. I turn the key in the ignition, and the car roars to life. The street is almost deserted, with only a few cars scattered here and there. What else would I expect? It is the middle of the night. I grip the steering wheel tightly as I drive through the empty streets. Finally, I turn onto Olivia’s street and pull up in front of her house. I step out of the car and walk up the path, the cold night air biting at my skin.

I drove down the driveway at a snail's pace, giving them the false sense that I was just going out for a late-night drive, something I've been known to do. I started grinning when they started swearing when I flew down the street in Pop's Lambo. I could, of course, hear them since Pop's vehicles are wired for sound, not sure they know that, though. Whatever! I forgot them as I turned my lights off once I'd lost them and cruised through the familiar streets in a roundabout way to reach my destination.

The driver dropped me off on a quiet tree-lined street that felt a million miles from Manhattan. The walk from the drop-off point was longer than I’d expected. The houses grew farther apart, swallowed up by big dark trees. The air got cooler and my feet on the pavement was the sound in the silence. A whistle suddenly came from a dark alleyway to my left. “Well, hello there, sweet thing.” I kept walking with my pace steady. Ignore them.. Just ignore them. “Hey, I’m talkin’ to you. That’s a fine ass. Why you walkin’ all alone out here? You lookin’ for some company?”