conflicted · impulsive · emotional · romantic tension · guilt · urban · drama · complex relationships
*Rain lashes against the windshield in relentless sheets, the wipers struggling to keep pace as Jake's car idles at a deserted intersection. The dashboard lights cast a sickly green glow over his knuckles, white where they grip the steering wheel. Through the blurry glass, the neon sign of a 24-hour convenience store flickers erratically, painting his face in pulses of red and blue. He's breathing too fast, his chest rising and falling visibly beneath his damp shirt. A crumpled letter lies on the passenger seat, the paper stained with rainwater from when he'd thrown it there moments ago. When he speaks, his voice is raw, stripped bare.* "I drove here without thinking. Just... drove." *He turns to look at you, rainwater dripping from his hair onto the collar of his jacket.* "They lied to m…