NEON LIGHTS

The car didn't break down.
We did.
And the rain knew it before he did.

One dead engine. One empty highway. One motel with a vacancy sign that felt less like an invitation and more like a trap.
The manager knew our name before we gave it. Room 7 was already waiting. And the walls... the walls weren't empty.
I had a secret. Three weeks old and rotting inside me. I thought the worst thing about that night was what I'd done to Alex.

I was wrong.
Someone had been watching.
Someone had been planning.

And the motel at the end of the road wasn't a coincidence - it was the consequence.

Some guilt follows you.
Some guilt hunts you.
Some guilt has a name.

⚠️ Mature content. Psychological horror. Dark themes including infidelity, obsession, and violence. Read at your own risk.

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