Ikuti Kami
Elias put the car in gear. He didn't look back at the apartment window where the lights were still on. He drove toward the state line, the engine's roar drowning out the ghosts of every "I’m sorry" he’d ever said. The road ahead was dark and unknown, but for the first time in years, he wasn't fighting the wind. He was letting it carry him away.
The word didn't feel like a defeat. It felt like air hitting his lungs after being underwater. He wasn't giving up; he was surrendering to the truth. You can’t fix something that thrives on being broken. Godsmack – Surrender (Official Audio)
It wasn't that the love was gone; it was that the love had become a weight too heavy to carry. Every conversation was a minefield. Every silence was a countdown. He looked at the passenger seat, empty for the first time in months, and felt a strange, cold vibration in his chest—the sound of his own resolve finally snapping. Elias put the car in gear
He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. In his head, the familiar refrain played: How many times can we do this? The road ahead was dark and unknown, but