The wreckage lay still, metal twisted, glass scattered like fallen stars. Then— A faint glow. Not in the distance. Closer. The shattered windshield reflected the light, now just outside. Waiting. Watching.
Nope, the place felt a bit abandoned around here so I thought of paying a visit. Hope you enjoyed it!
if she lives wherever you live, then both of you are in jail. and you, an arsonist, are burning down the jail. the officer will get you again...