The panorama of the road was a blur accommodation of the eye, the ends of the black gravel fading to a deeper shade of grey. The headlights of the blue ford Taurus made things far more tough to concentrate on the scenery.

But the real reason behind those blurry visions was the flood of tears flowing down her cheeks. Zac had almost emptied the box of Kleenex in the car, giving one after another, and then disposing it away. She had just thoughtlessly used it, her tears had not compromised for the sake of any minor capital, but no, they had ran to their extreme, until the conjunctiva got sore and the tear glands somehow retired. 

Now that the flood was over, a drought replaced it. There was no liquid left in her to keep it moist, and she felt extremely tired, she couldn't help but give up. Zac kept glancing worriedly at her time and again, but she couldn't put away the thought that he cheating her could be a possibility. It was an obstacle to ignore, a hypocrite to believe in. She was, hence, stuck in the center of nowhere, her thoughts misleading her in infinite directions.

"You don't have to worry about anything Glo, we will aid you, they cannot harm you as long as we are there for protection. Believe me."

Belief: "trust, faith, or confidence in someone or something"  According to the Cambridge dictionary.

Trust. Can someone trust a person he doesn't even know about?

Confidence. How can she possibly confide in someone she isn't sure of?

Faith. When the pillar of faith is broken, how can the foundation be set?

Confusion lies within the words of forever.

Things can be so impossible.

Trust is not a piece of cake.

Definitely, the heart cannot be give to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

The piece of mind is unattainable.

Wishes never end.

We all want perfection, and we ignore pain.

If I were the Lord of Tartary.