DON'T TURN AROUND
He drove away not wanting to go, but not knowing how he could turn back. She just ripped her soul back from him, a gift she had given him long ago. Mistakes were made, hearts were shattered, pieces were reconfigured. But as much as he tried to find them all, put them back in place, even the tiniest of shards missing left a gaping hole.
The steering wheel felt awkward, like it was crumbling under his overwhelmingly powerful control. At this rate, it would not hold up under the pressure. He loosened his grip slightly, fearful of losing his ascendance.