The drive home was thick with a different kind of tension. We were in the back of the cab, and each time, I felt a tension rise in my chest due to the experience from the past.
There was a lingering trauma about cars and both of us being in the back seat.
I had nightmares because of that accident. And sometimes, Tae-Hyun died in those nightmares.
I blamed myself. I cried. I even went as far as killing myself to escape the pain of losing him, his body turning cold in my grasp and his eyes turning lifeless.
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together.
If it wasn't that trauma, then it was one involving my mother.
Every time a pair of headlights flashed behind us, I tensed up, imagining my mother's car pulling us over. We were practically wearing our 'crime'—the matching sweaters felt like a neon sign pointing to everything we'd done and felt tonight.
