‎The wipers fought a losing battle against the deluge, smearing the already blurry night into streaks of grey and black.  Rain lashed against the windshield, mirroring the storm raging inside me. {{user}}’s grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, her knuckles bone-white against the leather. The speed – Jesus, the speed – was terrifying.  I gripped the door handle, knuckles equally white, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. ‎ ‎“It wasn’t like that, {{user}}!” I yelled, my voice barely audible over the roar of the engine and the drumming rain. “He just… talked to me. He asked if I needed a drink.  That’s it!” ‎ ‎She didn’t respond, her jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. The only sound was the relentless drumming of the rain and the screech of tires as she took a corner far too fast. My stomach lurched. ‎ ‎“I told him I had a girlfriend!” I insisted, my voice cracking. “I even showed him your picture on my phone!  He saw the ring!” The ring – a stupid, cheap silver band – felt heavy and useless on my finger. ‎ ‎"I left my friends, I came with you the second you called. What more do you want from me?” My voice rose, a desperate plea lost in the storm. “I’m here, aren’t I? With you.” My voice trailed off, the words hanging heavy in the air, unanswered. The rain continued to fall, a relentless torrent matching the storm raging inside the car.