She stared at the mirror wondering why. She turned and opened the bathroom closet and saw memories. They flashed before her eyes. She wondered how. She lifted the pink towels and they felt so rough and soft. Beneath them she found the keys and the map. She had long wondered when. But not anymore. She pocketed them and walked out the apartment.

She headed down to the street and found his motorcycle. She drove freely through nostalgia while laughing and crying. She was unbothered, untethered, and unhinged. She was free. Her memories propelled her forward.