Along a road that seemed endless and the winds that seemed breathless; she drove. Speechless and helpless, angry from within, she listened to the silence of her memories. A closed vase lay still at the passenger's seat. Lacking a look from her eyes or a sigh. It trembled in its place from the bumps of the roads and her ignoring avoidance. Along that endless road and the rail of memories, she drove.

A store appeared at the edge of sight, she pulled over in an attempt to get something to eat, and to re-cycle the blood in her numbed body. Pulled herself through a vaguely seen door, human figures moved around her in a motion she couldn’t comprehend. She picked what seemed a packet of biscuits, and two bottles of water, headed to the cash with the dry expression that still overtook her face. A crowd of teenagers that seemed overjoyed with excitement crashed into the store, an excitement that they too could not comprehend the surrounding human figures, let alone a dark lonely figure as hers. A guy bumps into her, it seemed to her at the moment that the whole crowd did. 'Sorry' he said, she looked at him and forced a smile. She left the biscuits and pulled the two bottles of water and her numbed body out of the store.

She threw the weight of her heart and soul on the seat that uncomfortably held her through the hours. She stared at the two bottles she brought, wondered why her mind is still figuring things in pairs. Avoiding to look at the tightly closed vase on the passenger seat, moments passed till she could finally restart the car and continue her drive.

As the road gradually became monotonous again, more memories drifted; but now her head repeated the 'Sorry' she heard hours ago, and she was now haunted by the two bottles of water and the sealed vase that trembled more and more.
She stopped the car and her tears finally poured down her face, she moaned and screamed in a voice she could only hear through the empty miles around her. She turned her face to the tightly sealed vase that rested still at the seat next to her; she reached for it and held it tightly to her chest.

'I bought you a bottle of water, I'm Sorry..'