The candle that burns... (uglycandle) wrote in parallel_fic,
The candle that burns...

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That's what he said.

"She can be a pain in the ass. This is true. She is also stubborn and make things more difficult than they really are. I mean, I can point out to her that something is wrong using the "check engine" light and it will take her two weeks, that's right, two weeks to handle it. I mean, we could have been stuck on the 22 on our way home because she ignored me when I pointed out to check her engine.

She's good to me though, at least I think she tries to be. We traveled a few distances just so she can get things done or whatever it is she does. It pains me sometimes, you know. I mean, we can drive as far as four hours just so I can rest for two hours and then head back on a two hour drive back home. Sometimes she doesn't even go straight home. Sometimes she feels the need to venture on a different direction.

I'm new to her life and my guess is that nothing has changed. I am sure all the others were treated the same way.

If she works hard, we worked hard. I guess that's how it is when you're this close to her. Sometimes you can tell she just wants to escape things just by being with me. Just us two, taking a drive up and down PCH and back to her apartment. When days (or nights) like that happen she's either sitting quietly (radio on or off) or singing her heart off to whatever radio station plays a song she knows the lyrics to - and she doesn't know the lyrics to many songs.

You can tell she thinks a lot. I think that's why we spend so much time together. She talks a lot too. She doesn't think anyone is listening, but I am and some of the things she says are...complicated. I don't know what people do to her in her life, but I know that when she is with me the world seems so much calmer. She's tried not to take her bad days out on me though, I mean, I already been in a wreck with her. THAT doesn't need to happen again.

Sometimes I want to tell her that everything will be okay, that the day is over and we can both rest. Sometimes I want to alarm her just so that we can go somewhere other than her apartment. The thing is, we both get our rest and that has to be something good. But, she also uses me as her escape and I wonder if there is anyone who really helps her with that.

I know she likes to escape. It's what she does. Things are really bad when we're both silent, no radio, and just open windows. That's the least I can do for her, be silent and let her melt.

She keeps her life with me. Her laundry, her paperwork, her wallet, laptop, change of clothes, and anything in between. Sure, she's a messy girl, but she gets by.

Monday will be here soon and, once again, we're on the road together and at the end of the day return back to her apartment (or somewhere else) just so that she can rest and I wait with the others."

per·son·i·fi·ca·tion (n.) A figure of speech in which inanimate objects or abstractions are endowed with human qualities or are represented as possessing human form.

If my car would talk, that's what he would tell you. I named him Bubba.
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