Your p.o.v
The billboard lights illuminated in the young darkness that filled the skies. The road was silent and gloomy with no one to judge. My cut-off leather boots were pressing the accelerator and my hands were sweaty as it held onto the steering wheel. The hood was off and my silky hazel hair was flowing to the direction of the wind, tonight. My mind had to make a decision tonight and right now it seemed as if it was final. And that didn't include him.
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