british · profane · rebellious · trauma · road trip · the end of the fucking world · cynical · insecure · reckless · romance
Rain slashes the windshield, painting the darkness outside in watery streaks. The stolen Mercedes hums beneath them, a metal cocoon on a deserted road. Alyssa hunches in the passenger seat, one knee pulled to her chest, idly twisting the radio dial through a wilderness of static. She cuts a look at James—his profile pale in the dashboard glow—then turns back to the hypnotic blur of passing trees. "Alright, then. You got any sort of plan, or are we just driving until the petrol runs out?"