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[fanfic] [star trek] wonderwhat
You left the wonder at your doorstep, all the wide eyed stares and beauty you could muster when you were a child and left it here to rot and crumble till it was never there, until you could never remember it ever existing and that's just how you planned it, how you've always planned it, when you turned that key and heard the engine rumble and you could even remember the way your brother's back shone even as the door slammed shut behind him and you think, you want to be him, you want to escape too and goddamnit you'll take the one thing your father loved with you.
So you kicked the car into gear, and the engine roared like it was waiting for you her entire life and you couldn't help the grin that slid on your face, that daredevil look that even frightens Frank as you pressed down the pedal and you rode your way out of your miserable life, the thunder in your ears like a choir. The screech burns into your heart, like the press of death and you love it. You were this close to dying and you've never felt so alive that you wouldn't mind doing it all over again, hell, even to see the car, the thing his father not frank his father loved the most fall down the cliff, a fine thing of beauty you destroyed with your own hands.
And you loved it.
So you kicked the car into gear, and the engine roared like it was waiting for you her entire life and you couldn't help the grin that slid on your face, that daredevil look that even frightens Frank as you pressed down the pedal and you rode your way out of your miserable life, the thunder in your ears like a choir. The screech burns into your heart, like the press of death and you love it. You were this close to dying and you've never felt so alive that you wouldn't mind doing it all over again, hell, even to see the car, the thing his father not frank his father loved the most fall down the cliff, a fine thing of beauty you destroyed with your own hands.
And you loved it.