We drove in silence, and I hated every second of it, the silence was deafening, Harper just stared out of her window, and that was torturous to me. I attempted conversation a couple of times, but every time she looked at me, my throat closed-up and I couldn’t say a word, the guilt was eating me alive, the guilt and my idiotic choices. I understood what she was trying to do, but I wanted her to understand that I wasn’t planning on giving up or letting her go, I was just looking for a way to show her that I loved her and that I wanted her, I know understood that my actions were wrong, but I needed a way to show her that, the only problem was, I couldn't think of anything.
I cleared my throat in an attempt to try and speak to her again, when I noticed a blueish smoke coming from my exhaust
