I knew not of any other sound but the steady beat of my heart.
It still ached in places all over my body, and with every movement I could not but bear it. It had hurt and I wanted to forget, and for a short while, I actually did. The wounds and bruises were replaced by gentle touches, of softness and breathy whispers that were music to my ears. Pain had become a dull sword that was washed away with every kiss. It did not matter as long as I could come back in his arms. Days did not pass by in dread, and nights did not have to end in fear. The change helped me endure when I experienced the opposite; surviving gave me something to look forward to.
The wind blew through the windows, scattering the threads of my uncombed hair. I could feel the ground coming out to meet me as the wheels turned beneath and the light of the sun streamed inside my space. Every street I passed I whispered a silent goodbye, teaching my mind to slowly erase the sights, the memories that only recently had been worth remembering.
My fingers tightly gripped the stirring wheel, I steadied myself; each wave of emotion was a quiet, personal sort of relief. It was early in the morning that I braved to take a car that I didn't own, and after never looking back I still knew that I left something behind.
I received a negative review in Driving Lessons, and it gave me an idea. A very good one at that. So I guess a thank you is in order, if you're reading this. (Oh, and you can kiss my ass) :*