We got onto a mountain road with no lights. I looked at the speedometer and saw I wasn’t even going 30 kilometers an hour. As I was about to press hard on the accelerator, my leg stiffened. Though I found it odd, I still increased speed, and found my hands getting abnormally sweaty. I noticed the lights of a car in the opposite lane. I let off the accelerator. Even after the car had passed by, I kept letting the car slow down until it came to a total stop. My heart was beating like mad again, just like after the accident. A cold sweat dripped down my sides. I tried to get the car moving again, but my legs wouldn’t move. That sensation I’d felt right before running the girl over was stuck in my brain. “Could it be,” the girl supposed, “that after running me over, you’re afraid of driving?” “I give. Yeah, it seems that way.” “Serves you right.” I challenged myself again and again, but could hardly make it a few meters before coming to a standstill again. I pulled off to the side of the road and stopped the car. Once the windshield wipers stopped, the window soon became completely covered with water. “Sorry, but we’re taking a break here until I can drive properly again.” With that, I undid my seatbelt, reclined the seat all the way back, and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, I heard the other seat recline, and the girl turning on her side. She wanted to sleep facing away from me, naturally. As I lay still in the darkness, waves of regret came upon me. I’ve done something that can’t be undone, I thought to myself again. I regretted each and every thing. It was a mistake to drive so fast. It was a mistake to be driving drunk. In fact, it was a mistake to be drinking at a time like that. No, even going to meet Kiriko at all had been a mistake.