There’s laughter in the car, carefree sounds of excitement and glee.
The wind blows through her hair as they zoom through traffic, she casts a glance at the occupant in the passenger seat, Damien flashes her a wild grin back.
His face is flushed and there’s the biggest smile on his face, but there’s a look of fear in his eyes, fear so deep that the contrast is jarring, almost like they’re someone else’s eyes plastered on his face.
She lets go of the wheel and they kiss, they feel the car going down the cliff but they’re too engrossed with each other. She feels his teardrops on her lips.
Why is he crying?
The car crashes with a loud thud, but almost like it’s in slow motion, shards of glass scatter everywhere, the sound of metal against bone was loud enough to be heard from a distance.
