I filled up the tank of my car and headed out.
As I neared the house, I saw the spinning lights and the red blurred the blue, which was all but blurred by the tears. I knew what happened, and I didn't need to stop to have that confirmed.
I drove past and reached the interstate. I almost just took off out of the state; I could've reached Texas by 2am. But the need to stay and think is greater than the need to flee. Something is missing now, but I don't think I'll find it by running.
You realize that you are more alone in this world than you thought you were. Tomorrow I ran until I couldn't stop running.
I'm going to the cafe...