A Confirmed Choice
Resolute, I snatched up my car keys, my decision firm and unshakable. Stepping outside, the air felt charged with purpose, as if it recognized the weight of my resolve. No matter the argument that morning, I was going to the cemetery—my brother’s memory was my anchor, and I refused to let it slip away. With the keys clenched in my hand, I walked out, leaving the tension behind me.
A Confirmed Choice
Roadside Memories
As I drove through the familiar streets, memories of my brother came flooding back—his laughter, our whispered secrets, moments only we had shared. Every intersection seemed to spark another scene, vivid and bittersweet, like an old film reel flickering to life in my mind. With each mile, the past wrapped around me like a blanket, comforting yet heavy with everything I’d lost.
Roadside Memories
