Read the highway of heroes sign as he sped past it. The wind blowing through his cracked window swept his tears across his face the second they fell. The trip only being illuminated by his headlights, and night sky, glistened with highlights of celestial stars stair-casing down towards the end of the world.
He had always fantasized the world’s end. Aliens, meteor showers, world war, the Sun burning out. You name it, he had a precise illustration on the details of the last day on Earth when disaster struck. A stickler for detail, every situation was covered and controlled. Power hungry? Maybe, meticulous? Sure. Crazy? Well – everybody’s a little crazy.
As calculated as he is, no one is perfect. Maybe so much attention to exterior factors engulfed his personality. Protecting her from any harm became a pivotal part of his existence in the three years they had been together. He did it very well, she was never in harms way when they were together. He did it very well; the perfect body guard.
But women need more than safety and security, maybe that’s why one day she left him.
He anxiously turns up the volume on his small Toyota Echo, concealing my screams from the compact trunk.