Ninety Five

Damien increased the speed of his car, racing through the narrow blinding streets, intent on reaching Madison’s house quickly.

He was having a gnawing foreboding feeling at the back of his mind, that something bad was about to happen or had already happened and he didn’t like this sneaky hunch one bit.

He’d tried to blame the waning thoughts on the fact that he’d been stuck in traffic for almost an hour, and the cloudy skies that was still grey, looking like a storm was about to happen but then he was just overthinking.

Yes! He was just overthinking things, but even with that sore reminder his heart sped up as if in response to the trepidation inside of him, and he could hear the organ beating loudly enough.

The air around him was electrified and thick with tension, as if something was going to go horribly wrong in the blink of an eye, and only then would he be at ease maybe?

Why was he even thinking this way? His head was supposed to be filled with the things he would say to Madison