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The radio hawked its wires, showing off a singer with a falsetto voice booming out to some song Matthew didn't like nor bother changing. He sighed and drove along the open road. He had long left the city behind, stopping briefly at a gas station to fill up on supplies and gas. Now, he was on an open road with a few houses dotting the distance and an open expanse of blue, blue sky before him.
He didn't know where he was going, but he went on and on. He went where the wind took him, he went without a thought towards his childhood insecurities. He forgot how, as a child, he couldn't leave home because he was afraid of leaving the familiar. But the shock of his recent events had shoved him out of the mind set in a most violent manor and he, left alone without an older brother or parents, took the road, leaving his love behind. Eventually drowsiness was taking him over. He had been driving for hours now, his bum hurt and his head throbbed. The sun began to dip into the sky, draining it of its sapphire glory. Stars began to peek out and he parked his car in the dirt, away from the road. He opened the window a fragment to let in air and pushed his seat back as far as it could go. He stared out the window, out at the sky.
From his point of view, the stars just seemed to be getting farther and farther away.