And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
Prologue:
"He's only gone and done it again"
"Who?" Cassie breathed, dreading the worst.
"Who do you think?"
"He can't have, he promised..."
"His promises mean fuck all to be honest" Harry growled, "I swear, if someone doesn't give that boy a smack I'll..."
"No you won't" The light blonde haired girl whispered, "Harry, you won't"
"Stay away from him"
"I will I promise, if you promise to do the same."
"Whatever" Harry sighed, "hopefully someone else will sort him out."
"What he do anyway?" Cassie asked, anxious but curious all the same.
"Stole a car, crashed it. A girl was with him, she's quite badly hurt." He looked down at her and smiled a little, "lucky it wasn't you eh?"
She faked a smile back, but it satisfied Harry as he walked through the back gate that led to his garden. She hesitated looking out of the alleyway, at the empty road, wondering just how lonely the figure of her past was right now. It ached, more then she cared to admit, to think of how much pain he must be in.
But, life goes on.
Short, but purposeful
the do get ALOT longer
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