Grayson released her hand and smiled wickedly as he started the car. “Buckle up.” He instructed Violette though he made no notion to touch his own seat belt.

She simply nodded, quickly buckling and then grinning in expectation.

Loud music filled the car, and with one last smile Grayson shifted into gear and peeled out of the driveway.

Violette knew he was showing off, and frankly she did not care. She was totally enamored in the speed as he raced down the sharp swerving turns on his long driveway.

Her adrenaline pulsed fast as she realized the song playing was ‘Memory’ by Sugarcult, a song that was once one of her favorites. She smiled at the road ahead of her in approval of Grayson’s music choice. Something about the lyrics suddenly had a different meaning to them.

She suddenly felt like Grayson had chosen this song on purpose, maybe he was trying to say he felt the same. The connection, he felt as though he knew her as well. Afraid to speak Violette started ahead enjoying the feel of the racing engine pushing over the speed limits down the empty road, and listened intently to the blaring music.

“Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.

So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.

…This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.”

The fast car was not the only thing racing; Violette’s mind seemed to suddenly go into over drive. All with the start of a song. Why did she feel so strongly that she knew Grayson, that she even had memories of this stranger? His face was stunning, but more so familiar.

In her dreams she had felt as though she had known him forever. As though there was never another she could trust or care for as fully as she did for him. Do dreams really cause that sort of effect?

Grayson looked at Violette raising his eyebrows at her confused face, before turning back to the road.

Violette sat silent for the rest of the fast, short drive back to her car. She felt as though she were on a slight high from the speed as they pulled up next to her small blue sedan. She sighed at the comparison of her plain car to his perfect one.