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Character: Stephen Hart
Song: Shattered (Turn the Car Around) ~ O.A.R.
Summary: This time he didn't turn back.
Author's Note: This one had to be finished and wouldn't adhere to the 100 words. Sorry.
Stephen sat in the car, staring out the wind-screen. He couldn't decide if he was having a hard time seeing the road in front of him because of the rain pissing down from the night sky or because of the tears in his eyes.
He had finally had it.
He was tired of feeling like shit. He was tired of not being forgiven and not even being allowing to ask for forgiveness. He was tired of having his attempts to make amends rebuffed. He had been trying, it wasn't working and it was just time to go.
His heart couldn't take it anymore.
He'd tried to leave before but some part of him had always held out the hope that he could fix things. Another night of being cold-shouldered by everyone but Connor, and cruelly so by Cutter, had finally killed that hope. His friendship with Cutter was as dead as he was inside.
Swiping angrily at his eyes, Stephen cranked the car's ignition and drove away from the ARC for the last time.
This time he didn't turn back.
Song: Shattered (Turn the Car Around) ~ O.A.R.
Summary: This time he didn't turn back.
Author's Note: This one had to be finished and wouldn't adhere to the 100 words. Sorry.
Stephen sat in the car, staring out the wind-screen. He couldn't decide if he was having a hard time seeing the road in front of him because of the rain pissing down from the night sky or because of the tears in his eyes.
He had finally had it.
He was tired of feeling like shit. He was tired of not being forgiven and not even being allowing to ask for forgiveness. He was tired of having his attempts to make amends rebuffed. He had been trying, it wasn't working and it was just time to go.
His heart couldn't take it anymore.
He'd tried to leave before but some part of him had always held out the hope that he could fix things. Another night of being cold-shouldered by everyone but Connor, and cruelly so by Cutter, had finally killed that hope. His friendship with Cutter was as dead as he was inside.
Swiping angrily at his eyes, Stephen cranked the car's ignition and drove away from the ARC for the last time.
This time he didn't turn back.
