Creative Writing: The Dark Road

The car raced along a black highway, the leaving town sign was the only thing to read, the faintly lit sign quickly faded behind the car as we drove. I was in no rush, but I knew she was stuck in a form of limbo, waiting. The only thing to light our dark midnight drive was the passing of the street lamps illuminating the dark road ahead. The radio was on but no one was listening, I looked out the windshield and would feel the street lights on me for a brief moment before they disappeared only to come back for a second it seemed like the faint heartbeat of the city left behind. The car reached a painfully long stretch of road which seemed to go on for miles, only to curve down bending to the Earth. The car raced along faster, as the long stretch
I'm not doing anything I thought, but I didn’t seem to believe that myself. Looking through the windshield and with every passing light on our midnight drive the city grew smaller in the rearview mirror. As the beaming light of the street lamps seem to pulse in and out, off and on. I seem to catch a glimpse of her face in the windshield but only for a moment. I noticed she then had closed her eyes for longer than a standard blink; she lets out a small shaken sigh. Then she was crying, and then she was shouting. Each word like a stab to my heart, but this is not a pain I should feel. Soon I was shouting, the radio could no longer be heard over our confessions. There was no answers, no solutions. We barely knew the questions, the pouring confessions, and tears stopped. The sound of the wheels spinning on the pavement, and the faint sounds of the engine rings in my burning ears. I turned the radio off and placed my hand over hers, I feel her fingers knot in mine this will be the last time I feel her touch. There is a hollow feeling in my chest as my words seem to choke me; the only way I can breathe again is to force them out.
All time seemed to stop in this moment; I move my hand from hers and feel myself drift away from her. I watch her sink into her seat feeling the acceleration of the car. I reach to turn the radio on to hear some sort of familiar voice, nothing. I sink into my seat listening to the music crackle in and out of the white noise. We inched along faster; our voices became part of the music and roar of the engine. I see a curve approaching, she made no indication of