It had been at the very least 5 hours from the time that she turned around on the highway. She was just now entering New York, and the mourning sun was meeting her head on. The brightness only for a second seemed to be painful. She had gotten absolutely no sleep. Her driving was automatic and she could hardly trust her reflexes at this time so her speed had dropped from 80 to the speed limit. Just because she wanted to take no chances on getting into a crash. It was too important to herâ€¦to just crash.<br/><br/>The highway seemed to be busy as usual in new York. It would only be about another hour before she reached upstate New York where her ex most obviously lived. She was hoping with all her might that he would let her enter his homeâ€¦that is if he was still alive. She remembered the last argument they had. It drove her insane to just barely be able to tell him the truth. The argument had been so bad that she was pretty sure he would never want to see her ever again in his life. Add to it the argument had only been about a day or two ago.<br/><br/>Music seemed to accompany her in the car. The sounds almost organic to her ears. She strained just to keep her eyes open, and she passed about 5 state police. None of which pulled her over which she was not only grateful for because of the fact that she missed a ticket, but also because it was a couple less death sentences to her name.<br/><br/>At last she made it to the exit that she was looking for and it seemed like forever. She heaved a sigh of relief as her car cut off the exit and down the off ramp to stop at the red light. It was here she automatically took a left since it would eventually lead to her exâ€™s house. Then she took a right a little ways down the road, to take a left again and she kept going straight. Till she at last reached the road that her ex lived on.<br/><br/>She slowed her car down as she passed by the ever familiar houses. It hadnâ€™t been long but she felt like a stranger in a place that she should not be. On top of that she called this street home. Forgetting what her real home use to be like.<br/><br/>Finally she saw his house. Her heart pounded, and luckily his house was yet to be surrounded by police vehicles. Which she took as a very good sign. The car pulled up his long paved drive way as if it was an every day thing, and it use to be. But it felt wrong in some way. She wasnâ€™t sure how. Her mind couldnâ€™t have lied to her could it? Maybe she actually got here in time. Then it hit herâ€¦she would have to see the funeral..of courseâ€¦she got here in time. Her hands slammed against the steering wheel. Then she took her keys out of the ignition and opened the car door.<br/><br/>The sunlight flared in her face and she staggered back but only for a second. Her hand pushed the door shut and the bang of the door slamming startled her. It seemed rest was definitely needed. She crossed the front yard and walked up the few front steps to stare her fate straight in the face. She hoped he was up. At least then she could wellâ€¦maybe beg for forgiveness. Her eyes winced and she felt as if she was despicable.<br/><br/>Her hands knocked on the door. She remembered when she could just walk in and not worry about knocking. But she didnâ€™t live here anymore, and it wasnâ€™t her home. She had chosen it this way for his safety no matter how painful it was for her. The sound seemed to echo in her head of her knocking. Her head was pounding, and the sunlight felt painful. She was positive there were dark bags under her eyes. She waited for Leon  to answer the door. Just as if she was a stranger.