Lonely and lost , I knew I had to leave, even though I didn’t know where I was headed.

Driving without a purpose , I let the roads lead. I was just a shell of my former self, devoid of feelings.

Hoping I’d find the missing pieces of myself along the way.

Then I saw him —those menacing deep brown eyes, and an air around him that was formidable. I knew that picking up a hitchhiker was a dangerous thing to do, but I was desperate.

Desperate for what, you ask?

To feel.