Curiosity killed the cat.

I felt the silence fill the car as the cool afternoon breeze played along my hair. Soon after, my tears quickly vanished and I was left with moist cheeks. I had an inclination to bite on my bottom lip so I could stop myself from hearing sadden groans.
I continued to drive what seemed to be an endless road to no where. There was period with no relief and no feeling, just a continuation of lines being said and not said in my mind. A conversation that I thought was bound to evaporate and we'd be back to normal. But little did I know, it would continue to be attuned in my mind until later that evening when I fell dead asleep.
It was half past five and we never got back to normal. Normality wasn't even close to where we both stood that late afternoon. I was far beyond your reach and you were unknowing and alone. You called, you texted and I was neither for a conversation with the likes of you. With every buzz my phone made, I accelerated and felt further from your reach. I wanted to not hear you and not know you existed.
During that late afternoon, you were known to me as a man capable of daunting me in many forms of my reality. Without rational thought, I wanted to get rid of you just because it felt right. Your words seemed to repeat all throughout the ride like a broken recorder in my mind. I detested the words that felt like an unforeseen bullet penetrating at my chest, right before hitting my heart.
Eventually, I drove to what I believe was a suitable place to rid of all the troubles a afternoon could offer. This place is a sanctuary, a nest and a home.