And yet: the only future more terrifying to me than the one where we merged onto this highway was the one where we turned around. “I trust you,” I said, because I had to.
A meta moment. An end to a new beginning.
Natalie after all the sufferings, then receiving what would’ve been the most cynical criticism and public humiliation, was actually a note from a daughter to mother. A prologue to life.
𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧
The type of ending I’d imagine writing. Is it a little cheesy referencing my fav Pixar song ever played?
Maybe.
Life is a highway/ I wanna ride it all night long