Now I Drive Alone Past Your Street Mga Nobela at Kwento

I am planning to stay on the road all night, I can’t bear to stay in this house when I know that the very man who is bringing me distress, which happened to be my very own dad, is under the same roof where I sleep. I stretched out my hand to the window of my car as I drove past our street. I can’t help but smile as the cold breeze of night hugs my despair. It has been a while since I go out for a midnight drive and it really feels so refreshing to smell the salt air of the city again.

We had rented a car for the main time, before leaving. “Follow the right, it’s a slum” I mumbled with glinted eyes. I was eager to see mum at all cost. Will she be happy for me, or will she be angry that I left her for so long? How is she coping staying alone? All these thoughts kept bubbling in my mind as we got into the street where my ex-house is located. “Over there….just stop in front of that compound” I stated. I notice his strange look, which was followed with a question

When I acquired the smaller house, she always came by every time I was not around to clean and now, I know I might invite Adrian over later, I wouldn't want her to meet a messy house. I walked out of my house and straight to where I packed my car in the mini garage. I opened the door and entered. I dropped my bag on the seat beside the driver's seat (the passenger's seat) and I sighed before staring at myself in the mirror. Thank God, I'm handsome. I muttered with a smile and chopped. I started that car and off I went. I drove out of my compound and headed toward the school gate. I hummed Alan Walker's song, 'Impossible', to myself as I drove and I even danced to the imaginary beats and thro

Then she nods her head once at me. "Thank you, Luna." Clara murmured. Then I grab the take-out bag and leaves the restaurant. The night air has already cooled down outside the restaurant. The streetlamps are making a gentle light on the cobblestone. I don't call the driver from the estate. I don't want questions. I don't want anyone to ask why I came home alone after preparing for hours. So I raise a hand and the third taxi that passes slows down beside me. The ride is silent. The radio is playing a slow music. I look out the window at the city lights. Sometimes I run my finger along the edge of the takeout box on my lap.

I quickly get out of the car and start to vomit out all the little of breakfast I had in the morning. "Are you mad?" I shout at him. "Did you know just now?" he says as he drives his car away from me leaving me alone over there. What the hell? Why did he leave me alone over here? I don't even know where in the hell is this place? I know it's better to walk alone rather than walking with him but I don't know the way at all. "You came alone. You have to go alone and you have to search your way alone. You aren't giving up, Zara. You sure can't give up. Two billion dollars," I say to myself as I walk through the pavements in between the forest.

I hit the steering wheel once, hard, and started the engine. I had an early morning. And I’d already broken more of my own rules tonight than I cared to admit. And still… even as I drove away… I couldn’t stop seeing the way she stood alone in the street, head down, shoulders heavy. Like she was carrying the weight of the world… all by herself.

I said. I drove home alone, the city lights blurring through the windshield. Italy. Lies. A forced future. And a woman I loved slipping further away. I gripped the steering wheel tighter. No matter what they planned. I wasn’t giving Sienna up

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that s

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

Only punishment. I rolled on the backseat of my car and leaned my tired head against the cushy seat. What if she doesn't read your letter? Or if she will not come to see you before you leave the country for next few years? Such questions occupied my mind and I didn't noticed when I reached beside the calm waters. Instructing my driver to park the car, somewhere far and in quite isolated place so that I spend some time alone in solitude with my own lone soul.