The ice on the asphalt glitters like broken mirrors as I weave through the first curve. Tires screech, biting into snow. The cold whips through the cracked window seal, stinging my skin.
The world blurs.
The pain blurs.
Everything but the need to outrun my own heartbeat.
Faster.
I shift gears, letting the engine scream for me.
Behind me, headlights flare—someone trying to pass.
Not tonight.
I cut left sharply, closing the gap. My maneuver earns angry honks but I don’t care. Let them be furious. Let them curse.
I need rage tonight like oxygen.
The road straightens and the city lights fade behind the frost-covered hills. All that’s left is the moon’s silver glow stretching long shadows across the path—shadows that look too much like him.
His silhouette.
His hands.
His eyes.
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