They flew through the air quietly, the storm unfolding outside having no effect on the cold serenity inside the car.

“We’ll live,” she reassured the man.

“You always say that,” he sighed.  He looked outside his window and sighed again, wondering why he was still with the girl.  A giggle echoed in his head, and he turned back to her.

“I don’t need you.  I don’t know why you keep playing with me.”

She frowned a childlike frown, her round face exaggerating the expression and making her look deceivingly young.  “Fine.  Goodbye.”  And with that she was gone, the passenger door hanging open and the sound of tires screeching to a stop ringing dully in his ears.  He numbly went outside and looked, mostly because instinct told him it was the right thing to do.  The girl was nowhere to be seen.  Maybe this time she wasn’t coming back.

He got into his car and continued to drive, already dreading the silence and wondering when he would next see her.

He feared it wouldn't be long.