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I’d been driving for eighteen hours when the engine started making the noise. Not the good kind of noise, the kind that tells you you’re going somewhere, that the road is opening up in front of you, that the thing you’ve been running from is getting smaller in the rearview mirror with every mile. It was the other kind, the kind that sits in the dashboard like something trying to get out, the kind that makes you turn the radio down and listen to the thing you’ve been trying not to hear for the last three states. I was somewhere in Nevada, which is a big place to be somewhere when you’re not sure where you’re going, when the only thing you know is that you’re leaving, that you’ve been leaving for eighteen hours, that you’d keep leaving for eighteen more if the car would let you, if the noise wasn’t getting louder, if the thing you were running from wasn’t catching up, if the road wasn’t getting longer and the sky wasn’t getting darker and the dashboard wasn’t telling you, in the only language it had left, that you were going to have to stop, that you were going to have to pull over, that you were going to have to get out and look at the thing that was falling apart and figure out what to do next, the way you’d been figuring out what to do next for the last three months, since the job ended, since the relationship ended, since the life you’d been building for ten years ended in a way that didn’t feel like an ending so much as a falling, a long, slow fall that had started somewhere you couldn’t remember and was ending here, on the side of a highway in Nevada, with the sun going down and the engine making the noise and the thing you’d been running from sitting in the passenger seat, looking at you with eyes that said you couldn’t run forever, that the road ended somewhere, that you were going to have to stop eventually, that you were going to have to get out and look at the thing you’d been running from and figure out what to do next, the way you’d been figuring out what to do next for three months, the way you were figuring it out now, in the silence after the noise stopped, in the quiet of the engine that had finally given up, in the dark that was settling over the desert like something that had been waiting for you to stop running so it could catch up.

I pulled off at the next exit, which wasn’t much of an exit, just a ramp and a sign and a gas station that looked like it had been there since before the highway was built, since before anyone was running anywhere, since before the thing you were running from was something you had to outrun. I coasted into the lot, the engine making the last of the noise it was going to make, and I sat there for a minute, my hands on the wheel, the thing in the passenger seat looking at me, the dark settling over the desert, the gas station lights flickering in a way that said they’d been flickering for years, that they’d keep flickering long after I was gone, that they were the only thing in this place that wasn’t running, that wasn’t trying to get somewhere else, that was just here, the way I was here now, in a town I’d never heard of, in a place I’d never been, in a car that wasn’t going anywhere, with the thing I’d been running from sitting beside me, waiting for me to stop pretending I could outrun it.

I got out of the car, the way you get out when there’s nothing else to do, when the thing you’ve been doing isn’t working anymore, when the only thing left is to stand in the dark and look at the lights and wait for something to happen, something that would tell you what to do next, something that would tell you where to go, something that would be the thing you’d been looking for since you started running, the thing you’d been hoping would be at the end of the road, the thing that would make the running worth it, the thing that would make the leaving worth it, the thing that would be the answer to the question you’d been asking yourself for three months, which was what do you do when the life you’ve been building for ten years falls apart, when the job you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the person you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the thing you thought was the thing you were supposed to be doing isn’t the thing you’re supposed to be doing, when the only thing you know is that you have to leave, that you have to get in the car and drive, that you have to put as many miles between you and the thing that fell apart as you can, that you have to keep driving until the road ends, until the car stops, until you’re standing in a gas station in Nevada, looking at a sign that says the next town is a hundred miles away, looking at the thing in the passenger seat that you’ve been trying to outrun, the thing that’s been with you the whole time, the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could tell you what you’ve been trying not to hear, which is that you can’t run from yourself, that you can’t drive away from the person you are, that the road doesn’t end somewhere else, that the road ends here, in this gas station, in this town, in this car that isn’t going anywhere, with the thing you’ve been running from sitting beside you, waiting for you to turn around and look at it, to see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just standing in the dark, looking at the lights, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next.

I went inside the gas station, the way you go inside when there’s nowhere else to go, when the car isn’t going anywhere and the road isn’t going anywhere and the only thing left is the fluorescent lights and the coffee that’s been sitting on the burner since before you were born and the man behind the counter who’s been here for so long he doesn’t look at you the way people look at someone who’s been running, someone who’s been trying to get somewhere else, someone who’s ended up here, in his gas station, in his town, in the place where people come when the road ends, when the car stops, when the thing they’ve been running from catches up. I bought a coffee, the kind of coffee that tastes like the road, like the miles you’ve put behind you, like the miles you’re not going to put in front of you, like the thing that’s been keeping you awake for eighteen hours, the thing that’s been telling you to keep driving, to keep running, to keep putting miles between you and the thing that fell apart, the thing that’s sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to stop pretending you can outrun it, waiting for you to be the person who stops running and starts something else.

I sat down at a table by the window, the way you sit when you’re not sure what to do next, when the thing you’ve been doing isn’t working anymore, when the only thing left is to look out at the dark and drink the coffee that tastes like the road and wait for something to happen, something that would tell you what to do next, something that would tell you where to go, something that would be the thing you’d been looking for since you started running, the thing you’d been hoping would be at the end of the road, the thing that would make the running worth it, the thing that would make the leaving worth it, the thing that would be the answer to the question you’d been asking yourself for three months, which was what do you do when the life you’ve been building for ten years falls apart, when the job you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the person you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the thing you thought was the thing you were supposed to be doing isn’t the thing you’re supposed to be doing, when the only thing you know is that you have to leave, that you have to get in the car and drive, that you have to put as many miles between you and the thing that fell apart as you can, that you have to keep driving until the road ends, until the car stops, until you’re sitting in a gas station in Nevada, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, waiting for something that isn’t going to come, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat the whole time, the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could tell you that the answer isn’t somewhere else, that the answer is here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tastes like the road, in the thing you’ve been trying to outrun, the thing that’s been with you the whole time, the thing that is you, the thing you’ve been running from, the thing you’ve been trying to leave behind, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to turn around and see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next.

I pulled out my phone, the way you pull out your phone when you’re not sure what to do, when the thing you’ve been doing isn’t working anymore, when the only thing left is to look at the screen and wait for something to happen, something that would tell you what to do next, something that would tell you where to go, something that would be the thing you’d been looking for since you started running, the thing you’d been hoping would be at the end of the road, the thing that would make the running worth it, the thing that would make the leaving worth it, the thing that would be the answer to the question you’d been asking yourself for three months, which was what do you do when the life you’ve been building for ten years falls apart, when the job you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the person you thought was yours isn’t yours anymore, when the thing you thought was the thing you were supposed to be doing isn’t the thing you’re supposed to be doing, when the only thing you know is that you have to leave, that you have to get in the car and drive, that you have to put as many miles between you and the thing that fell apart as you can, that you have to keep driving until the road ends, until the car stops, until you’re sitting in a gas station in Nevada, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, looking at your phone, waiting for something that isn’t going to come, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat the whole time, the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could tell you that the answer isn’t somewhere else, that the answer is here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tastes like the road, in the thing you’ve been trying to outrun, the thing that’s been with you the whole time, the thing that is you, the thing you’ve been running from, the thing you’ve been trying to leave behind, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to turn around and see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, looking at your phone, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next.

I scrolled for a while, the way you scroll when you’re not sure what you’re looking for, when the thing you’re looking for isn’t something you can name, isn’t something you can find in the places you usually look, isn’t something that’s going to be in your email or your messages or the news or the things you’ve been looking at for eighteen hours, the things that have been keeping you awake, the things that have been telling you to keep driving, to keep running, to keep putting miles between you and the thing that fell apart, the thing that’s sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to come back, waiting for you to stop pretending you can outrun it, waiting for you to be the person who stops running and starts something else. I landed on something I’d saved a long time ago, something I’d forgotten about, something that had been sitting in the back of my phone for months, waiting for a night like this, a night when the road ended, when the car stopped, when the only thing left was to sit in a gas station in Nevada and drink coffee that tasted like the road and wait for something to happen, something that would tell me what to do next, something that would be the answer to the question I’d been asking myself for three months, the question that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to stop running so it could tell me what I’d been trying not to hear, which was that the answer wasn’t somewhere else, that the answer was here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tasted like the road, in the thing I’d been trying to outrun, the thing that had been with me the whole time, the thing that was me, the thing I’d been running from, the thing I’d been trying to leave behind, the thing that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to turn around and see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, looking at something that’s been there the whole time, waiting for me to find it, to see it, to be the thing that tells me what to do next.

I clicked the link, the way you click when you’re not sure what you’re clicking, when the thing you’re clicking is the thing that’s been there the whole time, the thing you’ve been avoiding, the thing you’ve been pretending isn’t there, the thing that’s been sitting in the back of your phone, waiting for a night like this, a night when the road ends, when the car stops, when the only thing left is to sit in a gas station in Nevada and drink coffee that tastes like the road and click the thing that’s been waiting for you to click it, the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running, to stop pretending, to be the person who stops and sees and does the thing that’s been waiting for you to do, the thing that’s been there the whole time, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer to the question you’ve been asking yourself for three months, the question that’s sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to stop running so it can tell you what you’ve been trying not to hear, which is that the answer isn’t somewhere else, that the answer is here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tastes like the road, in the thing you’ve been trying to outrun, the thing that’s been with you the whole time, the thing that is you, the thing you’ve been running from, the thing you’ve been trying to leave behind, the thing that’s sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to turn around and see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, clicking the thing that’s been waiting for you to click it, the Vavada website that loads slowly on the gas station Wi-Fi, the screen that glows in the dark, the thing that’s been there the whole time, waiting for you to find it, to see it, to be the thing that tells you what to do next.

I made a small deposit, the kind of money I’d spend on gas I wasn’t going to use, on coffee that tasted like the road, on the thing that was going to tell me what to do next, the thing that was going to be the answer to the question I’d been asking myself for three months, the question that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to stop running so it could tell me what I’d been trying not to hear, which was that the answer wasn’t somewhere else, that the answer was here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tasted like the road, in the thing I’d been trying to outrun, the thing that had been with me the whole time, the thing that was me, the thing I’d been running from, the thing I’d been trying to leave behind, the thing that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to turn around and see it, to be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, playing the game that’s been waiting for me to play it, the game that’s going to tell me what to do next, the game that’s going to be the thing that stops the running, that stops the leaving, that stops the thing I’ve been doing for three months, the thing I’ve been doing for ten years, the thing I’ve been doing my whole life, which is running, which is leaving, which is pretending that the answer is somewhere else, that the thing I’m looking for is at the end of the road, that if I just keep driving, if I just keep putting miles between me and the thing that fell apart, I’ll find it, I’ll find the thing that’s going to make the running worth it, the thing that’s going to make the leaving worth it, the thing that’s going to be the answer to the question I’ve been asking myself my whole life, which is what do you do when the thing you’re running from is you, when the thing you’re leaving is the person you are, when the road doesn’t end somewhere else, when the road ends here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next.

I started playing, not with the intensity I’d brought to the driving, to the running, to the thing I’d been doing for three months, the thing I’d been doing for ten years, the thing I’d been doing my whole life, which was running, which was leaving, which was pretending that the answer was somewhere else, that the thing I was looking for was at the end of the road, that if I just kept driving, if I just kept putting miles between me and the thing that fell apart, I’d find it, I’d find the thing that was going to make the running worth it, the thing that was going to make the leaving worth it, the thing that was going to be the answer to the question I’d been asking myself my whole life, which was what do you do when the thing you’re running from is you, when the thing you’re leaving is the person you are, when the road doesn’t end somewhere else, when the road ends here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next. I played with something looser, something that felt almost like play, something I hadn’t let myself feel since I was a boy, before the running, before the leaving, before the thing that had been driving me for so long I’d forgotten there was anything else, anything other than the road, anything other than the miles, anything other than the thing I was running from, the thing that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to stop so it could tell me that the answer wasn’t somewhere else, that the answer was here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tasted like the road, in the game I was playing, in the rhythm that was pulling me out of the gas station, out of the town, out of the road that had been my life for so long, the road that was ending here, in this moment, in this game, in the thing that was telling me, in the only language it had, that I could stop, that I could be still, that I could be the person who wasn’t running, who wasn’t leaving, who was just here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that was going to tell me what to do next.

I lost the first few rounds, which didn’t matter, and won a few back, which didn’t matter either. What mattered was the rhythm, the way it pulled me out of the gas station, out of the town, out of the road that had been my life for so long, the road that was ending here, in this moment, in this game, in the thing that was telling me, in the only language it had, that I could stop, that I could be still, that I could be the person who wasn’t running, who wasn’t leaving, who was just here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that was going to tell me what to do next. I played for an hour, maybe two, losing track of time in a way I never lost track of time, in a way that would have sent me into a panic a year ago, when there was somewhere to be, something to do, something to run from, something to run toward, a road that was going somewhere, a road that had an end, a road that was the thing that was going to tell me what to do next, the thing that was going to be the answer to the question I’d been asking myself my whole life, which was what do you do when the thing you’re running from is you, when the thing you’re leaving is the person you are, when the road doesn’t end somewhere else, when the road ends here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next.

The shift came slowly, the way the light shifts in the morning, the way the shadows fade before you notice they’ve gone. I was in the middle of a round when I felt something change, a tension in the air that wasn’t there before, a tightening in my chest that was different from the road, that was different from the running, that was different from anything I’d felt since I’d left, since I’d gotten in the car and started driving, since I’d been running for so long I’d forgotten there was anything else, anything other than the road, anything other than the miles, anything other than the thing I was running from, the thing that was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for me to stop so it could tell me that the answer wasn’t somewhere else, that the answer was here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tasted like the road, in the game I was playing, in the rhythm that was pulling me out of the gas station, out of the town, out of the road that had been my life for so long, the road that was ending here, in this moment, in this game, in the thing that was telling me, in the only language it had, that I could stop, that I could be still, that I could be the person who wasn’t running, who wasn’t leaving, who was just here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, playing a game, waiting for the thing that was going to tell me what to do next. I sat up straighter, my hands on the phone, my eyes on the screen, and I watched the numbers start to climb. They climbed slowly at first, then faster, each win building on the last, each spin landing exactly where it needed to, the way things land when you let them, when you stop trying to control them, when you let the world come to you instead of chasing it, the way I’d been chasing the road, chasing the miles, chasing the thing that was supposed to be at the end of the road, the thing that was supposed to make the running worth it, the thing that was supposed to be the answer to the question I’d been asking myself my whole life, which was what do you do when the thing you’re running from is you, when the thing you’re leaving is the person you are, when the road doesn’t end somewhere else, when the road ends here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, playing a game, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen.

A bonus round triggered, and then another, and then a sequence that seemed to stretch out forever, each win bigger than the last, the numbers climbing past what I’d deposited, past what I’d ever won, past anything I’d thought was possible, past the point where it felt like luck and started to feel like something else, something I didn’t have a word for but recognized anyway, the way you recognize the sound of your own breath when you’ve been holding it for so long you’d forgotten what it felt like to let it go, the way you recognize the feeling of your own hands when they’ve been holding something for so long you’d forgotten what it felt like to let it go, the way you recognize the feeling of your own chest when the weight that’s been pressing on it for three months, for ten years, for your whole life, finally lifts, finally shifts, finally lets you breathe, finally lets you be the person who isn’t running, who isn’t leaving, who is just here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, playing a game, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer to the question you’ve been asking yourself your whole life, which is what do you do when the thing you’re running from is you, when the thing you’re leaving is the person you are, when the road doesn’t end somewhere else, when the road ends here, in a gas station in Nevada, at two in the morning, with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer, the thing that’s going to be the end of the road, the thing that’s going to be the beginning of something else, something you can’t name yet, something that’s just starting, something that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could start, the way things start when you stop running, when you stop leaving, when you stop pretending the answer is somewhere else, when you sit in a gas station in Nevada at two in the morning with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer, the thing that’s going to be the end of the road, the thing that’s going to be the beginning of something else, something that looks like this, something that feels like this, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s been there the whole time, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to stop so it could tell you what you’ve been trying not to hear, which is that the answer isn’t somewhere else, that the answer is here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tastes like the road, in the numbers that are climbing, in the game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you could play it, so you could see it, so you could be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer, the thing that’s going to be the end of the road, the thing that’s going to be the beginning of something else, something that you can’t name yet, something that’s just starting, something that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could start, the way things start when you stop running, when you stop leaving, when you stop pretending the answer is somewhere else, when you sit in a gas station in Nevada at two in the morning with coffee that tastes like the road and a screen that glows in the dark and a game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you can play it, so you can see it, so you can be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer, the thing that’s going to be the end of the road, the thing that’s going to be the beginning of something else, something that looks like this, something that feels like this, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s been there the whole time, the thing that’s been sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for you to stop so it could tell you what you’ve been trying not to hear, which is that the answer isn’t somewhere else, that the answer is here, in this gas station, in this town, in this coffee that tastes like the road, in the numbers that are climbing, in the game that’s been waiting for you to stop running so you could play it, so you could see it, so you could be the person who stops running and starts something else, something that isn’t the leaving, something that isn’t the running, something that is just sitting in a gas station at two in the morning, drinking coffee that tastes like the road, watching the numbers climb, watching the thing that’s been waiting for you to stop running finally happen, the thing that’s going to tell you what to do next, the thing that’s going to be the answer, the thing that’s going to be the end of the road, the thing that’s going to be the beginning of something else, something that you can’t name yet, something that’s just starting, something that’s been waiting for you to stop running so it could start.