[ WP ] Since birth , you have always had a bad sense of direction that would defy the laws of logic and space . Instead of arriving at your destination , you would end up in places or areas impossible for normal people to get to .

`` In one thousand feet, take a right.'' 
 
 Fifty. Sixty. Seventy. The needle climbed clockwise towards the top of the odometer. An eternity stretched between me and my destination - the cemetery, its tall stone spikes and rows of gravestones so near I could almost read the familiar name of my beloved and the near numbers of her short life. Eighty. A hundred. Impossibly fast. For hours I pressed the pedal as hard as I could. 
 
 `` In five hundred feet, take a right.'' 
 
 My teeth ripped at each other with frustration. So predictably infuriating - the closer I came to my destination, the more the world stalled in what I felt was its duty to give me just one moment alone. I had pictured it so many times since she died: I would sit cross-legged before her grave with my forehead against the stone. I would weep the kind of shoulder-shaking, rattling weeping she deserved and that my bottomless sorrow demanded. But I could never reach it. Closer and closer, but never touching - Zeno with a bouquet of white roses in the passenger seat. 
 
 `` In one hundred feet, take a right.'' 
 
 It began the night that she died. The police had called and told me about the accident. I raced half-dressed down the steps in the dark towards my car. The hospital was less than a mile away but I never reached it. The whole way there I had imagined myself taking her hand in mine, holding her in my arms and hearing her tell me with her last breath that she loved me and telling her the same and at least she would n't have been alone. But the hospital had never reached me. Enraged, pounding the wheel with my open palms, I had given up after a thousand years of trying to cross the final block to the turn. And I had lost her - 
 
 `` Recalculating.'' 
 
 The cemetery sailed past me on the right. My eyes widened. I slammed on the brake. The car did not slow. I turned the wheel as hard as I could. Spinning end-over-end, the car crashed through the very far corner of the black iron bars ringing the cemetery. 
 
 `` Lost?'' 
 
 I blinked and looked around. Around me was nothing in particular except for her, draped in a familiar white dress in a field of formlessness. I looked down at my hands, which were still half-cupped as if gripping the steering wheel. 
 
 She stepped towards me. Slowly my hands sank to my sides as the quickly closed the infinite distance between us. Her eyes locked with mine and she gently gripped the back of my head with one soft hand. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, my chest heaving with heavy sobs as she laid her forehead against mine, and whispered: `` sshhh, sshhh. It's OK.'' 
 
 `` I never thought I would reach you again.'' 
 
 She smiled between us. `` I did n't want you to. I kept you away from me. I wanted you to remember me this way.'' 
 
 Rooted where I stood I could do nothing but watch, stupefied and overcome with grief I had not felt since I lost her, as she gently kissed me, released me from her soft grip, turned, and strode away. 
 
 I reached out for her. I called for her, cried out, lunged forwards. Her long hair was so close but I could not reach it. I stumbled but caught myself and ran, sprinting, practically hurling myself at her, so close my fingertips felt the kiss of the still air disturbed by the smooth fluttering of the back of her dress. So close I could feel her cooling hand in mine. So close I could feel my forehead against cold stone. So close I could taste her lips against mine. 
 
 `` You have arrived at your destination.'' 
 
 When I looked up from the map I saw red and blue flashing in the darkness. Police, ambulances, and a firetruck blocking off the entire intersection. A car mangled against a lamppost. Torn metal and pieces of a human body scattered across the pavement and the sidewalk. Yellow tape and a man carefully photographing the driver's side. 
 
 I turned around and slowly pulled out into the opposite lane towards home. 
 
 `` Recalculating.''
