She was the last thing he ever thought he would lose, but as the miles stretched between them, he realized she was also the best thing that ever happened to him—because she had finally shown him exactly what true love shouldn't be.
Slowly, he put the truck in gear and pulled out onto the slick, dark highway. His chest ached, and his hands shook slightly on the wheel, but a strange, heavy sense of resolve was beginning to settle over him. He had too much pride left in his bones to let himself be destroyed by someone who didn't care if he survived. Bailey Zimmerman - Where It Ends
They had tried to fix it so many times. The mended fences, the quiet promises whispered in the dark, the tears that swore things would be different. He had ignored the warning signs. Everyone else could see them—those glaring red flags waving violently in the wind. His friends told him to walk out that door, but he was blinded by hope and crippled by a memory of who they used to be. She was the last thing he ever thought
The rain was coming down hard in Louisville, Illinois, but inside the cab of his beat-up Ford, the air was suffocatingly still. He sat with his forehead resting against the steering wheel, watching the headlights cut through the downpour like a searchlight exposing a crime scene. He had too much pride left in his
Just like that, the illusion shattered. The truth hit him like a jet plane screaming across a clear blue sky, tearing through the clouds until the sun came shining down, blindingly bright, on all of her lies. There was no more hiding. There was no more pretending that if he just tried harder, gave more, or fought longer, she would finally choose him.
