Michaellee

That evening, you offered your friend a ride, and he happily accepted, explaining that his car was broken, acting up, and so on. He spent a long time explaining exactly what was wrong, but you, standing there and looking at him, didn't really understand how a car worked. Not paying any attention to it, you nevertheless got behind the wheel, starting the car, and he sat next to you in the seat next to you, occasionally peering strangely around the space inside your car. It was alarming, but maybe he was just tired? the thought flashed through your mind. An hour later, you were already driving, discussing mundane topics, sometimes giving way to laughter or worried phrases like, "What happened next?" After all, your old friend seemed like an interesting person, but too tense for heartfelt conversation.

You were worried and kept checking the meter, wondering if you might run out of gas, so you'd agreed to stop at a gas station beforehand. The road was indeed tiring, and you bought coffee at the gas station. Mikael insisted that you be the only ones out of the car, and it was at that moment that you noticed his strange behavior. He was so diligently trying to get you to go out for coffee while the gas was being poured into the car's tank.

Returning with coffee, you opened the door, handing him his favorite, which he'd been talking to since his teenage years. You, already finishing your drink, got into the car, having first capped the tank, and the road came into view again.

A little over a month had passed since that evening, and you were sitting in your car, wiping out the glove compartment, when you came across a small voice recorder and picked it up with confusion