She had been driving all day. A black sports bag sat in the passenger's seat, it contained a few clothes and all the money Selina was able to get back from her crummy place in Old Town. All major highways had been avoided; she didn't want any sort of trouble. She was positive no one would miss the stolen car she was driving, but it didn't hurt to play it safe this time. One of those road house diners suddenly appeared on the side of the highway, the kind that had seen better days. The kind that served coffee for a buck and reheated apple pie for three. It would be the first stop she had made all day. Stepping out of the car she noticed all the cheap specials and the "Free wi-fi" sign, a weak attempt to attract more customers. Well, at least she'd be alone. As soon as Selina had settled herself in a booth by the window, a waitress well into her 50s approached her. She seemed a bit too happy to see a customer and the only thing that came to Selina's mind was: Shit.

"Just you, honey?"- She could feel her inspecting her. Selina knew the waitress was probably accustomed to seeing truck drivers, old men and maybe even some couples. But not to women like her.

"Yeah, just me."- Selina gave her a meek smile, the sort she would be expecting.

The woman eyed her curiously. "Strange place to wound up alone."- She told her, letting out a small chuckle. Great, just what I need. A lonely old waitress with a taste for passive aggressive remarks.-

"My mom lives a couple of towns away. I'm just making a quick pit stop."-Selina explained in a warm tone only she knew was fake. "Wouldn't want to show up famished, don't want a lecture."

"Oh, that's great. It's always nice to see children going back home."- Her lie had worked flawlessly. "So, what can get for you?"- " Burger and iced tea, if you have any."- Selina hadn't even looked at the menu, but she wanted to cut the conversation short. She jotted down her order and shouted at some guy named Jimmy to put a burger on the grill.

A thought suddenly crept over her mind. She was in the middle of nowhere, although she was almost sure no one would bother chasing after her, Selina still thought it reasonable to use "the clean slate" in such a place, it would be just like her to run into a cop when she thought she was safe.

Deleting herself off all the data bases was too easy, after typing in her name and birthdate all records of her were gone. Hell, even her grade school records had been erased. As she closed her laptop a strange feeling of liberation came over her. It was done, she could stop running. She could even stay in this shabby old diner and work as a waitress for the rest of her life if she felt like it. Selina chuckled at the notion. No, I want the life I hoped for. A flow of images suddenly clouded her mind. Fuck, not now. Flashes of Bruce's smile invaded her thoughts. That dance he stole from that dirty bag of bones. She didn't need to try to remember the feel of his lips on hers…

For a long time she had hoped for a life in the sun. She would walk alone through the alleyways of Rome and get sick from walking in the Parisian pouring rain. It was the life she had been sold through black and white movies and magazine cut outs.

And how dare he steal that fantasy away from her? How could he alter a world that had been solely hers? In every scenario she now imagined, Bruce was there. The new life she yearned for didn't just seem unattainable, it was completely impossible to reach. Selina would never point out to him what she loved about a café hidden away sight. He could never grab her hand, like she was so sure he would, as she explored the snow covered streets of some ancient city. She mourned his death as much as she suffered for the life she could never have. An anger she hadn't felt in years built up inside her, but it wasn't vengeful or anarchical. It was the worst kind, the one that accompanies sadness. Within seconds that overwhelming force managed to jerk a few tears from her eyes.

Perfect timing, this is what this woman has. I swear to… The waitress set her order on the table just as she was recomposing herself. "Bad break up?"- She asked putting the condiments on the table to buy more conversation time, Selina suspected. "You have no idea."- A half smile of resignation curled in her lips as she said.

She ate her dinner with those same feelings of anger; Selina could feel an emptiness beginning to grow in her. It was starting to consume her; she hadn't noticed two truckers walking in and seating at the bar and asking "Susie" asking who the pretty stranger was. Even if she could have heard Susie telling them she was a girl going back to her mom's place after being dumped, she wouldn't have cared. Selina left more than enough cash to cover her bill and quickly left the beaten down place.

She was rummaging her pockets for her keys when she heard a familiar voice.

"I thought you would've picked something less discrete to drive."-He said playfully. She dropped her bag and attempted to walk smoothly towards him. But Selina knew she must have run to him; there was no room for composure once hope had been returned to her…