Part Two: Found
And what I wouldn't give to see your face again
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A cold wind blew across the abandoned northbound highway out of Roswell, New
Mexico. It howled through the cracks in the red Jetta, and through the
windows that never really closed.
The lone figure in the drivers seat wore a sea green top and blue jeans.
She was warm in her linen jacket and Sketchers. On the seat next to her was
a jean backpack purse holding her cell phone, a map of New Mexico, and a
wallet attached to a key chain. One key was to the Crashdown, one for her
home, one for Maria's house, and one for her father's truck. There was also
a dandelion that she had picked off of the side of the highway.
She had long, silky brown hair and an innocent face. Depthless chocolaty
brown eyes and soft pink lips accented her face. People trusted her- that's
how she came across- trustworthy.
The wind blew back across the asphalt, brushing around the Jetta as she
slowed it into park at the the side of the road. She stepped out of the
car, gathering her jacket tighter around her shoulders. She was trying to
block out the wind- and the pain.
She didn't even know why she had driven all the way out here. She had
nothing pulling her to this mostly abandoned highway except for a strange
feeling in the back of her mind that she needed to be here. She didn't
think she would know what to say to Max when he returned, and suddenly
Roswell had felt overwhelmingly like it was covered in a cloud of lies.
The only thing she knew for sure was that the only person on this earth who
she had ever truly loved was off in New York with his Destiny, and the one person
she cared, and took responsibility for was heading out of town on this
highway.
She sniffed, and used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe her face of tears and
looked out at the darkened horizon. There- on the other side of the road,
gathered into a tiny ball was the petite figure of a girl.
The sun had set long ago when she ran over to Ava and tapped her shoulder
awake.
"Come back to Roswell with me," she said, and Ava nodded, letting herself be
led to the Jetta- still wrapped in the shawl.
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But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face
I see your face
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The End
And what I wouldn't give to see your face again
-
A cold wind blew across the abandoned northbound highway out of Roswell, New
Mexico. It howled through the cracks in the red Jetta, and through the
windows that never really closed.
The lone figure in the drivers seat wore a sea green top and blue jeans.
She was warm in her linen jacket and Sketchers. On the seat next to her was
a jean backpack purse holding her cell phone, a map of New Mexico, and a
wallet attached to a key chain. One key was to the Crashdown, one for her
home, one for Maria's house, and one for her father's truck. There was also
a dandelion that she had picked off of the side of the highway.
She had long, silky brown hair and an innocent face. Depthless chocolaty
brown eyes and soft pink lips accented her face. People trusted her- that's
how she came across- trustworthy.
The wind blew back across the asphalt, brushing around the Jetta as she
slowed it into park at the the side of the road. She stepped out of the
car, gathering her jacket tighter around her shoulders. She was trying to
block out the wind- and the pain.
She didn't even know why she had driven all the way out here. She had
nothing pulling her to this mostly abandoned highway except for a strange
feeling in the back of her mind that she needed to be here. She didn't
think she would know what to say to Max when he returned, and suddenly
Roswell had felt overwhelmingly like it was covered in a cloud of lies.
The only thing she knew for sure was that the only person on this earth who
she had ever truly loved was off in New York with his Destiny, and the one person
she cared, and took responsibility for was heading out of town on this
highway.
She sniffed, and used the sleeve of her jacket to wipe her face of tears and
looked out at the darkened horizon. There- on the other side of the road,
gathered into a tiny ball was the petite figure of a girl.
The sun had set long ago when she ran over to Ava and tapped her shoulder
awake.
"Come back to Roswell with me," she said, and Ava nodded, letting herself be
led to the Jetta- still wrapped in the shawl.
-
But what I wouldn't give to see your face again
I see your face
I see your face
-
The End