Archive of Our Own

Tara can’t handle this shit anymore, so she runs away from it all with a smile on her face. She’s not even sorry.

The dark road at night stretches on forever, and somehow, it gives her comfort and hope. She can escape, and she doesn’t have to return to Bon Temps ever again. How many people can say they left this place and lived to see another day?

She understands everything about herself now. (I’m a magnet for strange, crazy bullshit, she says to herself, laughing inside. Well, not anymore.)

Tara presses harder on the gas. She doesn’t look back.