I was driving along on a desert highway, with a random unknown female companion. She was younger than me, but only by a year or so. I don't know where we were going, but we were running from something, or rather someone. Finally we reach this deserted beach, where I knew I'd find him. Emily was already there with Pam. They were there because H was back on heroin. He needed to be saved, only this time he didn't want to be. He was in the company of his old, toxic friends in an old wooden house that had been abandoned. He refused to look at me. There was a lot of yelling between H and Emily, him not wanting her help, and her screaming that she cared about him too much.
The two of them took off towards the boardwalk, and I wanted to follow but I couldn't. I'd been left behind and forgotten about. Everyone was telling me what I already knew: they belonged together. They loved each other. And there I was, left standing on a deserted boardwalk, in a beautiful dress that was meant for my father's wedding, watching them run off into the sunset holding hands. My best friend and my first love.
Was it just a dream?
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