His Dark Love

Previously

…I needed to get out, to feel the wind in my face, to push my car to its limits. To forget. But forgetting Siera felt as impossible as outrunning my own shadow. The façade was cracking, and I was afraid of what lay beneath. Afraid of the man I might become if I let myself feel anything at all. The darkness was a familiar place, but lately, it felt like it was swallowing me whole. And the thought of Siera, a beacon of light in my shadowed existence, only made the darkness more profound. I stood, the room tilting slightly, and pushed my way out into the cool night air, the promise of speed and oblivion calling to me.