I never dare to open my driver's license, but I can't get through life without it.
Yet the date on that document reminds me every moment that she left on that very day.
It's been years, but she's like a tumor growing in my body, impossible to get rid of.
Then one day, I somehow returned to a time before she had left.
But no matter what I do, it seems I can't change the outcome.
Somehow, there's an invisible hand blocking my way. There's nothing I can do, nothing I can change...
