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2020-12-19 04:52:34"And this time? Are you going to try to stop me?" Her voice was too calm for someone to belong to someone on the edge of a cliff. My voice does not come out. Or rather, I have no idea what to answer. My head seems to have stopped in the afternoon that I suggested us to travel here.
If you ask me who is she, I would say she has always been my conscience voice.
For someone brought up by extremely strict parents like her, the very thought of running away from home was blasphemy, a stupid idea. Clearly one of my ideas. That day She gave me that typical look of disbelief that we both knew was useless. She should have worked harder to stop me.
I left at 3:15, everyone was all asleep. Or, so I thought until I found my father drunk on the couch watching TV. The sound was at a minimum, and he noticed me before I noticed him. He asked where I was going. I replied that she had had nightmares, and I was going to sleep at her room. He believed it, or at least I think that was the meaning of that slow nod. I took my mother's motorcycle keys and found her in her garden. She was freaking out. Still, She carried a backpack with our survival kit. And of course, all of our savings from the past few months. The initial idea was to use them to rent our first flat, but now having a permanent residence in this city is the last thing I want. I know she wants it too.
She asked me if I had practiced driving the bike, I said I already knew the basics, she agreed. It was enough for the empty highway on a Tuesday night.
The bike staggered around that sharp corner, but it didn't turn.
The real problem was that I started getting sleepy on the way out of town. She noticed and squeezed me tighter. We started talking to keep us awake. She asked if I was sure this was the best choice, I replied that it was if she really wanted to end the source of her depression. We were going to be safe, no one would know us, she could make her own decisions. This would be the last time I would guide She. No one could stop her from following her dreams. She asked me how we are going to support ourselves, I replied that she didn't have to worry about it.
She was silent, she had fallen asleep.
Her body leaned against my back. For a moment, I fell asleep too. I accelerate unintentionally, the bike turns to the side. She woke up. Me too, support my foot on the ground and push the bike. It gets straight again. I can feel her heart on my back, mine seems to vibrate my entire body. I would not fall asleep again. The rest of the trip is silent. At about half past four in the morning some cars started to join us on the highway. Fatigue starts to take over me again. She asked if I wanted to change, I asked her if she had already driven a motorcycle. She was quiet. We stopped.
It is an incredible mountain overlooking the sea. We sat on the edge and as she stared the horizon, she started to cry. I ask her why. She asks if I would stop her like everyone else. I reply that I'm not everyone. Was it the wrong answer?
I can't cry.
Now who's going to stop me?
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