Next Stop: Everywhere

The streetlights whizzed past as I chased the gibbous moon through the night, my tires rolling smoothly across the asphalt in quiet bliss. That is, until the other car appeared behind me. They pulled up right behind my tail; on occasion, I might be bothered to accelerate if I'm not going fast enough. But I was already at the speed limit on an empty highway, so I decided not to be manipulated and maintained my speed. He didn't like that. He hopped sideways into the middle lane and hit the gas. Knowing well that cheaters never prosper, I decided to have a little fun and accelerate as well, matching the other car's speed. They didn't seem overly aggravated by the fact that I was not allowing them back into my lane...until they caught up to the back end of a semi-trailer. Irate but defeated, they slowed and returned to their position behind me. Of course, I couldn't just let them win that easily. I reached the front end of the truck...then slowed. I matched the big r...

“...What?” My hand trembled at my ear, barely holding the phone up. “We need a break,” she said. “I just can't deal with this right now. I've got way too much stress in my life to be able to process this.” I cleared my throat, frantically searching for the words to say. “I...I just don't understand. I mean, if you just need more time, I get it, but...why?” “I want our friendship back. You need time to get over me.” I shook my head. “That doesn't just happen.” “I know, which is why you need time.” I wanted to tell her that that wouldn't happen. But I knew it was no use. “You know I wouldn't do this without a lot of serious thought beforehand,” she said, firmly but gently. “I still care about you, and you're one of my best friends. But I can't handle this weight you've put on me.” I rubbed the condensation from my visual receptors. “Have I treated you any differently b...