I remember the sound of twigs cracking under feet, the same sharp break that became a bullet aimed for his back. I remember the deafening silence that followed, walking around in the woods and then laying down. I'm still present, trapped here watching as they move me to the back seat of the car, Marcus driving while Kase holds my head in his lap and tries to get me to respond. I can hear him, I know he's there, I can hear the concern in his voice that sounds so starkly different from his usual even tone. I keep telling them I feel everything. I feel my emotions and other's emotions as if they were my own. Sometimes it's hard to know the difference, and sometimes it's too much. Then I feel nothing, just this numbness that makes it hard to do anything but lay here trapped in my own mind. The feeling of the pavement under the rushing tires is soothing, but then so is the feeling of his fingers in my hair.
Our final stop seemed an odd choice, I won't lie, but then this was where we all became family. A final stop on the tour to return Kase's memory, or maybe the starting line for new ones. I always did like the smell of gasoline.