They both awkwardly sat in his car looking out at the night
sky through his windscreen. The sound of two cars
drag racing down the mountain interrupted the silence.
He had cleaned the backseat for her. For them. He longed for
the feeling to hold her again. The formula was right. He had done everything the
same. Took her out for dinner. Ice-cream. They laughed. He offered to take her
stargazing again. She agreed. Her smile brighter than the night sky as she
nuzzled her face into her newly purchased jacket. She liked him. He knew it.
But as he drove closer and closer to their special space, she started to get
cold feet.
Why did she not want to jump into the back seat with him?
No comments:
Post a Comment