Accepting

Tampa Bay's skies were almost black with the new storm rolling in. The rain poured down in thick sheets, making it hard for even the sharpest to see. A car went speeding down the road at an alarming rate, the driver unaware of anything but how upset he was. He drove blindly, unable to see with both the rain and his constant tears.

His blue eyes, once bright and happy, were now grey and sad. His blonde hair, which he normally spiked, was flat and discolored. But none of this compared to his look. He looked desperate and hopeless, to the point of no return. His complexion was almost white, except for his red lips, he'd bitten them so much that they were blee...