We rewind.
Would you like to know?
Would you?
The Bullet.
Did Mark know that the name of the road was "Bullet" trail?
I bet he didn't.
Things like that are too coincidental to be planned.
But we never care about the end of a Roller Coaster.
It's not the end that pulls us.
Would you like to know what's at the end?
Every night he asks me in my sleep.
Every night I wake up screaming to my ceiling that 'YES, I DO!', only to realize I was alone and four hundred miles away.
We fast forward
The dirt was still there.
Even thirty years later, that damn dirt was still there.
Mark found something at the end of this road that killed him on the inside.
Evil like that doesn't erode with time or weather.
It'll still be there.
To the here and now
The dirt kicks up on it's own accord on this road.
I think it's mad at me, because I'm not "Riding the Bullet" like Mark said.
But here I am.
The end of the ride.
Do you want to know what I found?
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