I slowly pulled away from Jordan gathering my thoughts on what had just happened.

"Allie I'm not sorry I kissed you. I haven't had the chance to do it for the last ten years and if your leaving today then I want you to know how I feel."

"I can't do this...." I tried to finish my thoughts but couldn't. There was no going back to anything I had before. My life here has been over for a very long time. I can't change that. Even if a small part of me wants to.

"I have to go." I grabbed shoes and practically ran back to the house. I ran straight to my room. I threw all my clothes inside my bag, grabbed the keys from the dresser and ran to the car. I didn't stop at Elliott's to say goodbye. I headed straight to the airport. 47 miles and I'll be buying a plane ticket out of here. I should make good time not much traffic in the mornings around here.

I make it another five miles before I see someone standing in the road a ways up. I concentrate trying to figure out why they would be standing in the middle of the road, but I don't see anything. I scan the road seeing no other cars anywhere. As I get closer I slow down enough to see the person in the road. I slam the brakes and come to halt inches from her. This has to be an illusion Anabell is dead so there is zero chance of her standing here in front of me.

She looks the same way she did that night. Same clothes. Same everything. This can't be real. I rub my eyes hard trying to make it all go away, but it only makes her walk closer. As I open the car door to step out, she is gone. I frantically look around me but there's nothing.

"What the fuck man, I'm losing my shit." I slid back into the car, positive now that I'm going crazy, and pull back on to the highway. Maybe it was a sign that I needed to go back? No I'm done here. I made one mistake, but I fixed that. I had worked things out for the most part with Jordan, although I wasn't really concerned about that to begin with. I hadn't spent much time with Elliott or mom and dad, but they understood or at least tried to. The only thing I hadn't done that I actually did plan on was going to the memorial. There was no point now. Emily was the only real reason I was going, and now that she is gone I didn't need to go now. So why did I feel like I needed to turn around?