The Tenderheart's Death by Dear-Whomever, literature
Literature
The Tenderheart's Death
A lone car traveled down the dark curving highway road that was slick with the rain that had long since let up, the road stretched far past the headlights looking never-ending in the moonless night. The car hummed with the drum of the engine, as something peculiar became illuminated by the light at the edge of the nearby forest as it stalked precariously along the side of the road. Only the faintest slivers of the bright headlights of passing cars making it shudder and freeze occasionally. The night is peaceful and still, all things considered, not a drop of rain in the air and sky as cloudless as could be with the many stars twinkling above and the new moon hidden completely out of sight. It was a dark night, with only the lights of ’s car illuminating the backroads that he was driving on, there was nothing around, nothing for miles and miles until the next town or city. At least that’s where he was heading, he had been driving for miles, with his stuff piled in the back of the car