You're yelling in my ear, telling me to take the turn, but I dont. The police are on our ass and if I turn where you're telling me to, surely they'll cut us off and catch us. I keep straight, hoping if I go fast enough that the dark night will swallow us up, and the police will lose hope. The sirens stop, and then I start to slow as trees begin to surround the dirt road. I glance over at you, suppressing a grin at the frustration on your face when I pull off to the side.
Comments
2A_$tray∆\/∆
17/12/2024
*I look down at you, my breathing heavy.* You like that?
From the memory
1 Memories
odxtarifanz_
09/12/2024