The Past Lane

They say "What is done is done," but is it really? What is time, exactly? "Life is to short, forgive and forget," is what everyone keeps saying. There are things in the past that just cannot be forgiven and they certainly cannot be forgotten.

Susan stepped inside the dim basement. It was cold and drafty and smelled like oil. She could hear the gears grinding and screeching. What an awful noise. She pushed her golden hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but admit that she was scared. Very scared. What if something went wrong? No. She shouldn't think of that. "Sooze?" a voice said gently behind her. She would know that voice anywhere. This was Simon. The brainiac behind this all. "You ready?" he asked her.

She nodded, "Better to do it know before I get too scared."

Simon looked at her, worriedly. He finally made his way over to his contraption while telling her, "I'm going to get it all set up. So, if you need to use the restroom or anything, better do it now."

Susan had already made her way into the bathroom. She rinsed her face and tried to calm her breathing. She looked in the mirror and then she remembered why she was doing this. She saw the long scar that began at her hairline and then found it's way down her shirt. She hated the ugly thing. Her mother always told her how beautiful she would have been if it wasn't for that damn scar. But now she had gained the confidence she needed. She pulled her hair back in a pony tail and zipped up her black jacket. She then flipped the hood up. She couldn't be seen and it was dark out. She stepped out of the bathroom. Simon glanced back at her, "And our lady in black returns."

She couldn't help but smile at that. She looked at the machine. "She's a work of aren't, isn't she?" she commented.

"Of course she is. I made her." Susan nudged him and he quickly said, "With you. We built it together.”

"That's more like it."

"So, you ready?" he asked her, his voice a little shaky.

She nodded. "Simon?" "Yes?" "I have known you for twenty years now. You have been my best friend since I was eight. If I don't come back-"

"You will come back. I promise you that. This will be everything you wanted. I'm sure of it."

"But-" Simon cut her off with a hug this time. "Save it for after this, okay? Whatever you're going to say can wait, because you will be back. Everything will go according to plan."

She nodded. "Lets do this thing.”

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