02-16-2025, 03:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2025, 03:02 PM by Rachel Shale.)
Rachel left, slightly disappointed that Cruz hadn't followed her. It was strange, but that was the push she needed to realize that this was over. Cruz didn't want to fight for them. Her heart was broken. She found a place to sit in the hall to put her shoes on before heading to the elevator. On the way down, she put on her coat and called a cab to pick her up.
The cab was waiting outside. Rachel hadn't paid attention to anyone as she left she just got in the back of the cab, and shut the door. She was quiet for a few moments before the driver spoke. "Where to, Miss?"
Rachel had been so upset, she hadn't even told the driver where to go. She also didn't know where she wanted to go. "Just drive," she said.
The driver shrugged and headed into traffic. He likely didn't care - the longer he drove, the more he made off of her. Rachel put her head against the window and tears fell from her eyes. She really didn't know where she wanted to go, but she knew she didn't want to go home. Maybe she would see something that caught her eye.
"You okay, Miss?" the driver asked.
"No offense, but I don't really want to talk about it," she said.
The driver gave her a slight smile in the mirror. "I understand. I'll just drive around and when you figure out where you wanna go, just let me know."
Rachel nodded. That worked for her as long as the driver was content with her not talking. Still she hated the silence. "Could you put on some music please?" she asked. The driver complied, putting on a pop station. Rachel just stared out the window and listened to the music, hoping that soon the pain in her heart would go away.
The cab was waiting outside. Rachel hadn't paid attention to anyone as she left she just got in the back of the cab, and shut the door. She was quiet for a few moments before the driver spoke. "Where to, Miss?"
Rachel had been so upset, she hadn't even told the driver where to go. She also didn't know where she wanted to go. "Just drive," she said.
The driver shrugged and headed into traffic. He likely didn't care - the longer he drove, the more he made off of her. Rachel put her head against the window and tears fell from her eyes. She really didn't know where she wanted to go, but she knew she didn't want to go home. Maybe she would see something that caught her eye.
"You okay, Miss?" the driver asked.
"No offense, but I don't really want to talk about it," she said.
The driver gave her a slight smile in the mirror. "I understand. I'll just drive around and when you figure out where you wanna go, just let me know."
Rachel nodded. That worked for her as long as the driver was content with her not talking. Still she hated the silence. "Could you put on some music please?" she asked. The driver complied, putting on a pop station. Rachel just stared out the window and listened to the music, hoping that soon the pain in her heart would go away.