I'm sorry they're so short. It's annoying for you, it's a challenge for me. Who invented drabbles anyway? As usual, sorry in advance for any mistakes, this has not been beta-ed.
Prompt: Drive
Word Count: 100
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It wasn't her fault. But no matter what they uncovered, she could never believe that. In her mind, if he died tonight, it would be nothing more than she deserved. But this wasn't about her, it was about him, and he didn't deserve anything Jamie did to him.
They had approached Oliver and Noelle with the information they uncovered, Oliver tossing her the keys. The drive was the longest; an infinite period of time to remember every touch, every kiss; time to miss everything about him. If he lived, there would be no regrets; he would know how she felt.
Tell me what you like, tell me what to change, but no flames. Flames burn my writing fingers.
