I watched his car until it was out of sight and the dust from the road had settled. Surprisingly, I was not falling apart just yet. Somehow, I walked to my car, opened the driver’s side door, and slid slowly into the seat.

I was still held together as I started up my car and drove. Thinking back now, it was a horrible idea to drive because I did not know where I was going. I guess, if I think possitively, it was a good thing I stopped before I would have blindly got on the interstate.

It was at that moment it hit me. Like a force I had never felt before, I realized I was alone. I could not breathe or focus on the road before me.

I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. No one would notice me or recognise who I was so I did not really care about the few cars that drove by.

I was alone. Now, it seemed I was no longer a part of the one town I called home.