Vanessa
It wasn't like this, no… not exactly.
I repeat this to myself as I drive, while the city lights pass before me like blurry lines I can't quite process. My hands remain firm on the steering wheel, but something is different now.
It's not fear, it's not regret. It's… something else, something I can't quite name.
"I didn't want it to happen like this…" I murmur, almost voiceless.
And it's true. But it's also a lie… Because I planned it.
Every second, every movement, every turn.
Nothing was accidental, nothing was a mistake. I knew exactly what I was doing, I knew exactly how to do it. And, above all… I knew how to get out unscathed.
I grip the steering wheel a little tighter.
My mind inevitably returns to that moment.
To the road, to her car in front of me, to the exact dis
