/media/ - Media

I was dating a southern girl before the war broke out. Blond hair blue eyes you know the type. I never thought I'd end up with a girl like her because I'd always avoided women like that. They remind me of small towns and of things I'd rather forget. Her car was broken down on the side of the road and I swear to God I would have normally driven right past but that day was different. Just before my dad died he told me the choices we make matter and we'll have to answer for those choices in the end. So I pulled over. She spoke with an old school southern twang and had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen in my life. I tried my best to avoid eye contact but she'd just keep pushing her face closer to mine as I worked. Something about the way she moved. Something about the way she smiled. I knew I was in too deep.