He drove.
Away from the past year. Away from memories. Away from her.
Her.
What would he do without her?
His grip tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles were white.
She didn't need him. She never had. She was self-sufficient, brave, beautiful... perfect.
All by herself. Without him. She had been fine before he entered her life. She would be fine now.
A horn blared as he swerved temporarily into the lane beside him. His hands were shaking. His breath came in shudders.
With an unstable foot feathering the brakes, he pulled to the side of the highway. Tears threatening at the backs of his eyes, he stepped out of the car. Trembling fingers ran through his hair, pulling at the roots until the tears did come. And then they wouldn't stop. They tumbled down his face in a free-for-all race to his chin.
She didn't need him. She didn't need him.
Today he had proved it.
One mistake. One stupid mistake. All because he'd assumed. He'd bought the ring. It had been perfect, like her. He'd even memorized the stupid speech.
But one moment was all it took. To remind him of every reason why it would never work. One ill-timed memory. One glimpse of something he'd thought he'd buried. His past.
His glaring, wretched past. A past someone like her should never have to hear about. And that was when he'd understood.
Suddenly the best year of his life was ripped away from him. A year of dates, of awkward glances, eventually replaced by loving touches. By passionate kisses. By perfection.
And it was all for nothing.
Now the ring weighed heavy in his pocket. A reminder of what he was never destined to have. A future that was stolen from him by one too many sins.
He kicked the cement curb, wishing that the pain in his chest could be traded for physical pain. At least that he could deal with. That would pass. But this desperate ache? That would never go away. Not until he had her. And she didn't need him.
He was falling apart, and there was nothing to stop him. Every mended wound was ripping open until nothing was okay. Nothing was okay. It would never be okay again.
Back into the car. The door slammed shut, a mere echo of the pounding of his heart. He shifted into gear, determined to outrun this pain. Surely one, two, three hundred miles down the road it would fade.
Tears blurred his vision. The sweat on his palms loosened his death grip on the wheel.
A tortured groan escaped.
Why?
Horns blared again. He was going too fast. Too fast. Too fast.
He didn't even swerve.
The impact stole the breath he'd already lost. Glass shattered, and he was flying. Up, up, up. Down.
The pain was a welcome relief. His skin was being torn; he was sliding, scraping.
Brakes squealed. The pain in his heart joined in with the stinging. Everything faded to a dull hum. And yet everything was screaming.
Blackness swirled around him, as if everything he was feeling was being manifested.
Darkness closed in. Closer. Closer. Closer.
She will be fine.
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