THE WIND PUSHES ON THE CAR TO NO AVAIL. They were going forwards and nothing but a blessed tragedy can change that. The tires make their monotonous his over the rain-washed highway and the air that makes its way through the filters in meadow-sweet.
"Where are we going?" She asked, waiting for Marcel's reply as she always did. After their conversation just hours ago, he was more in an hurry than she'd thought into taking her God knows where, he never specified where but only dragged her by the arm and in to his car. The undeniable disagreement when it came to him controlling her ever move, forcing her against her will to follow him once again, but this time though she didn't know where.
