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The approaching curve,

By Bitter Sweet

 


As we were so perfect, so happy........

It was around midnight and we were halfway through our nightly drive, I liked the night, so quiet and so nice. We always did this on a night, it made us happy, the night made me feel safe. Nothing could hurt me out here in his car at midnight as we drove through the curtains of blackness I was untouchable. I pressed the soft skin of my fingertips to the glass of the passenger window; it was cold to the touch reflecting the icy conditions of my insides. The music played in the background, soothing and calming me. I looked at my arm; the bruises were dark purple, a shocking contrast to my pale skin. I saw the criss-cross red lines up and down my forearm. I looked over at him, something told me tonight was going to be different but I didn't yet know how.

They'll remember our smiles, because that's all they've seen

I watched as he turned the steering wheel, that was the second time in the last 20 minutes. The music pulsed louder but it was still far away, the skyline was glowing slightly with lines of light from an impending dawn. I looked straight ahead, this road was painfully straight, the car seemed to sped up, we hadn't talked for the whole drive, which was unusual. “Where are we going?” I asked him, realising we'd missed our usual turning. “Somewhere far away, somewhere you've never been before.” He answered without so much as glancing at me. I nodded and looked back out of the window

Long since dried when we are found

“Why are you doing this?” He asked but it was almost like he didn't really expect a response, his voice penetrating the silence of our speechless drive made me jump suddenly. “I'm not doing anything.” I said but I didn't even believe that myself. “This is what's best for you, for me, for us.” Or maybe just for me I added in my head. As a tear formed in the pit of his eye the music poured out through the speakers, drenching me in guitar chords and the words were wrapping around my body, filling my mind with calm and clear thoughts.

In the tears in which we had drowned

We were losing ourselves in the silence; he looked down momentarily and closed his eyes for a bit longer than just a blink. Then I was crying then he was shouting then I was shouting, then we were pouring confessions, we had no answers or solutions, I don't think we really even knew the questions. I couldn't stop crying, how did we let this get so bad, he was still shouting, I could see the pure hurt and anger in his eyes, it was like I didn't even know him, the face I was now staring at looked nothing like the man I fell in love with all those years ago.

Please, love, give me the wheel before both of our hearts you, will steal tonight

Our voices slowly became part of the music, the cadence once again overtook the air, and the tension was pressing enough to break bones. The car drove on faster through the night, I screamed at him to turn the car, he seemed intent on something. I was scared, I could see the road veering off to the left.

Up ahead there was a curve approaching, he made no indications of slowing. So perfect, so happy.

 

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