Chevy Silverado

It smells of gasoline, summer, and something that is long gone but still lingers. The old Chevy still growls somewhere on the side of memory - as if starting it up again could take you back to that night when kisses mingled with the smell of dust and asphalt. Back when you still believed that roads led not away, but to someone.

But now the steering wheel turns by itself, the radio plays songs about “hearts that have grown cold,” and even the air in the cabin feels foreign. Just a guy and his car, driving through his own past to make sure it's really over. Although, maybe not completely - after all, the engine still starts with half a turn.