My last Journey

"Thank you." I managed to say as Miss Davis carried me to the car my mum was waiting for me in. 

"It was the least I could do."

"No, it meant a lot to me. More than you can ever imagine." I felt my eyes close; I forced them to stay open, not wanting to miss this. 

"So this is really it then?" Miss Davis choked. 

"Yes."

"You can feel it? You know it's your time."

Painfully, I nodded, "It hurts and I want to give in. Do you hate me for that?"

"No. You've never given up on anything in your life. You deserve this. I can never hold anything against you, Alli."

"I love you, Miss."

"I love you too, Alli. Who cares what everyone else says."

"I never have." I succumbed to my fatigue. Again, she did not mention how slurred my words were. 

We reached our car, a horrible white thing on its last legs. It seemed oddly fitting for my last journey. As mum saw what state I was in, I looked at her. In that look many things were passed. She immediately knew I was done. She knew Miss Davis was not to blame for my oncoming death. And she knew I regretted nothing. Instead, she nodded and smiled at me.

"Goodbye, Alli." Miss Davis hugged me.

"I'll miss you. Every day."

"So will I. Thank you for everything."

"Likewise." She had said everything I wanted to, everything that I needed to. 

We drove back in silence. 

The last thing I remember is the traffic lights turning amber.

The End

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