At Seventeen . . . ending paragraph

He followed her for about an hour, he didn't know why, but he had a feeling that he was doing the right thing. He looked all around him, he was out of the country heading for as what he could tell to be the City of Brisbane and that was only because he saw a huge sign. him and his bashed up old wagon kept following her. After about twenty minutes the girl turned into a road house and of course he followed her in. His heart was pounding, sweat was running down his face because he was so nervous he didn't have a clue what he was going to say or what he was going to do.

He sat and thought, why was he doing this? was it even her?. He didn't know but he took the chance, he started walking quickly towards her car. He got about half way and realised that it wasn't who he thought it was, it was just another surfer, all his memories of who he thought it was came running back to him. He originally thought it was his sister who past away only a few weeks before, the only connection they had was that they both loved to surf and the beach he was recently at was their beach. After realising he turned slowly around and began to cry, he still couldn't get over that he had lost her, he swiftly ran back to his tin can and speeded off down the road.