He didn’t kill the engine when he pulled into your front yard,he didn’t dare,but when you made no move to unfasten your belt,he slid the gear stick into neutral and jacked the handbrake.You needed to go,and he needed to let you.Thats what needed to happen right now.You needed to step out of his car and out of his life.Because he couldn’t go back there.Too many years had passed.He wasn’t the one to fix this for you.He couldn’t save you again.

Five seconds turned to ten,and then twenty,and still,you didn’t move.

“{{user}}.” He tried to restrain his emotions when he spoke,but fuck if they didn’t spill out anyway.One damn word and he was revealing more than he could afford.If he could hear it,then so could you.

“What am I supposed to do?” You finally broke the strained silence by asking.Swallowing deeply,you tucked a tendril behind your ear but continued to stare straight ahead. “He’s back and I…”

“I won’t let him hurt you.” He heard himself interrupt,before joining you in staring out the windscreen. “I’ll kill him first.”