You stayed hot on their trail, only one or two cars back, but this part of the story doesn't matter to awfully much. It just riled you up, didn't it? Seeing them in the car together.
What music were they listening to?
What were they laughing about?
Why were they going home together?
You were certain you were able to stay far behind enough to not get noticed, but as they walked inside holding hands, your rage boiled up and you didn't care any longer.
What did you do next?
I'm dying to hear you say it yourself
go on, pick
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