Gunther drove mindlessly out of Sunset Valley, not caring where he was headed. The gas tank indicator sank with the sun and still he drove, completely lost and completely uncaring. His head was a mess, he couldn’t think straight, and most of the time his vision was blurred by recurring tears.
“How could you do this to me?” he whispered, over and over into the emptiness of the car. Over and over until it became a wail of anguish as a thick bank of trees loomed up ahead.
Somehow, he’d found his way down a dirt track that led into a forest. Easing on the brakes, he looked around, sniffling. Snow had started falling and was settling on the windshield as the moon rose higher in the night sky. The gas tank was almost empty, and with a sinking feeling he realised that as he’d grabbed the car keys on his way out of the house he’d left his phone behind.
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