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He looked at the road ahead, wiped his eyes, and exhaled a long, shaky breath into the cold air. This was 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. Bailey Zimmerman - Where It Ends

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 looked at the road ahead, wiped his

He looked at the road ahead, wiped his eyes, and exhaled a long, shaky breath into the cold air. This was 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.

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.