As I settled inside the cab, the leather seats cradled me with a sense of reluctant departure. The low hum of the engine filled the air, its steady rhythm providing a backdrop to the swirling thoughts racing in my mind. The soft glow of the street light filtered through the tinted windows, enveloping the inside in a warm and tender embrace. It was a bittersweet illumination, reminiscent of an unforgettable recollection of memories with Mr.Colton that escaped my grasp, slipping away like sand through the crevices of my fingers.
As the cab pulled away from the hospital, the sterile scent of antiseptic slowly faded, replaced by the ever-familiar cityscape. Tall buildings stood like silent sentinels while the streets were busy with people, each absorbed in their own thoughts. From the backseat, I watched the world pass by. It was filled with ordinary people living their lives, very different from the inner turmoil I felt.
