Alexander
The engine runs constantly, almost hypnotically. And inside the car… there’s nothing. No music, no words. Just the sound of the road and her breathing… uneven… broken at times.
I keep driving, my hands firm on the wheel, my gaze fixed ahead… but my attention isn’t entirely on the road. It’s beside me, in her.
I barely turn my head… Vanessa is leaning against the window, her gaze lost on some point that doesn’t exist.
She doesn’t blink much. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t speak. It’s as if everything she had inside… has already been released. And what remains… is emptiness. That makes me uncomfortable, not because I don’t understand the pain, but because… I’m not used to seeing her like this. Not her. Vanessa is always in control, always has an answer, always maintains her
