HE DIDN’T MAKE IT TO Maroochydore, he barely made it to Narooma.
By the time he’d made it to the sleepy little town with magnificent views of the ocean, he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Pain, unlike anything he’d ever felt before, tore at his insides. He pulled over and fell out of his car, the hot needles threading through his muscles forcing him to his knees.
What the f**k is this?
But even as he knelt on the pavement, staring out at the sparkling blue ocean, he knew the answer to his ridiculous question.
“No. No. I am not falling for this trick. It’s fucking... Impossible.”
He pushed himself to his feet, one painful inch at a time while ice pricks pressed into the corners of his heart.
Inhale. Exhale.
He forced the cold air in through his nose and collapsed onto the park bench.
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