A Peaceful Goodbye

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It was a Saturday. I still remember it to this day. We done everything the way we usually did it, everything the same in our normal lives. Apart from one small detail. A small detail that changed both our lives. Forever. He was fifteen, and I was thirteen. We were just two kids, living our lives to the best we could.

Until that day.


"Come on, Christian, we need to go now," I said, tugging on his arm. He rolled his eyes, and picked up his bag.

"Mooove," I moaned, still tugging on his arm. He laughed at my impatience, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming, no need to whine," he said eventually, walking out the door. I followed, finally relaxing a little. I didn't have to fret as much now as he was finally ready. Christian was possible the laziest boy when it came to doing stuff. I loved him anyway.

"Hello," the taxi driver greeted us cheerfully as we stepped inside, Christian first. I glared at his butt as he sat down.

"Christian, you know I always sit on the left side," I whined, and I gave him the hardest glare I could muster. He laughed silently to himself, completely ignoring the subtle hint I gave him to move out of my seat. I huffed and sat on the right behind the driver, a place I hated sitting for no reason. I hated change, and I guess this was something that I didn't want to change.

"Christian, move," I ordered, and he looked at me.

"Seriously, you're whining about a seat? It's just a seat, it's not as if my seat is jinxed or anything," he said, and he flashed me one of his infamous smirks. I rolled my eyes, and reluctantly sat in the seat.

He gave the taxi driver the address, and put his seatbelt on. He gave me a hard stare, and I sighed and put mine on too.

Christian is one of the only people I knew who was 100% car safety freak. He said two seconds at the start of your journey could save your life. 'But seriously though, what is the worst that could happen?' I thought to myself whenever he grilled me for not putting my seatbelt on.

I let out a breath when the driver started driving. I plugged my headphones in, and turned my music up full. I used to do it all the time. Car journeys relaxed me.

Ten minutes into the journey, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I pulled my headphone out of my ear, and turned my head to see Christian looking at me.

"Yes?" I asked, coldly. I never liked getting disturbed when listening to my music.

"I was just going to ask... How long do you think we'll be stuck in this traffic for? We're not even halfway there yet," he indicated to the long line of traffic, which seemed neverending from our position. We were on the motorway, and it seemed as if we were at the back of the queue.

"I have no idea, I don't really care," I replied, putting my headphone back in. He shrugged, and looked back out the window. Which had a perfect view of the river and overlooked hundreds of beautiful buildings. Which is probably why I picked that seat to be mine.

As the song I was listening to finished, I looked down at my phone to select another, when something else caught my eye. Red and blue lights flashed behind us, indicating the police were on an important chase. They were weaving through the idle cars, chasing a red ford which was speeding, driving crazily.

For the first time ever, I felt sick in a car journey. A wave of terror washed over me, and a chill creeped up my spine. I shivered, and tried to get rid of the daunting feeling that washed over me.

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