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They didn't look back. They just kept driving, letting the tears fall freely. Each mile put more distance between them and the past, but also between them and the present.

Laina pulled over at a gas station. The pumps hummed with the promise of fuel and escape.

Laina gripped the steering wheel tightly, their knuckles turning white as they fought back tears. The empty road stretched ahead, matching the emptiness they felt inside. They hadn't expected this to hurt so much, but it did. Every mile felt like a step further away from him, yet they knew it was necessary.