crawl to you

And when my turn to go comes
and you're no longer here
I'll crawl back to your grave-to you;
one last time.

***

Zach opens the glove compartment and takes out a cassette that had written my fuckin' mixtape bitch on it. He slides the cassette in the radio.

"Whoever made this, deserves an award." They chuckle.

Corbyn furrowed his eyebrows as he slowed the car down. "Holy shit dude... look." It was the route 66 sign, completely intact.

"Let's take it." Zach says impulsively.

"Oh it's fucking ours already." Corbyn shifts the gears and parks the truck next to the sign.

Zach gets out of the car and gets behind the sign to take it off. Corbyn looked through the rear view mirror and saw the road they had made together. The faux blond had made a long distance from Virginia. He stopped in Dallas, where he met Zach.

He looked back at the brunet, taking the sign off its hinges. They didn't go way back, but he knew Zach was a loyal one.
He was the last man standing of his group. Yep, just the two of them against any and all enemies. Both are always saving each other from danger. In fact, they can even sense danger.

"Put your hands where I can see them."A man puts a knife on his throat.

Corbyn looks at the man. Bright blue eyes, platinum hair, and a deadly cold expression. "How may I help?" He asks with a sweet expression on his face.