third time's a charm

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As Win found himself seated in Bright's car, a flutter of apprehension danced within him, drowned out by the unspoken pull of his heart. The warning bells chimed faintly in his mind, cautioning him of the potential dangers ahead, yet he remained unfazed, drawn into the magnetic allure of Bright's presence.

Their conversation meandered through the night; the dim glow of the dashboard casting shadows upon their faces. Win couldn't shake the nagging thought of the precariousness of their situation, the possibility of an unforeseen accident lingering at the edge of his consciousness.

"It's not about the signs, Win," Bright remarked, his voice carrying a hint of conviction. "Life is about seizing the opportunities that come our way, regardless of what the future may hold. Sometimes, you just have to trust in the journey."

Win pondered Bright's words, a flicker of doubt warring with the burgeoning trust he held for the enigmatic man beside him. "Have you ever thought about your purpose in this life?" Win's question hung in the air, catching Bright off guard and drawing a soft chuckle from him.

"Ah, is this what they call an existential crisis?" Bright teased, his laughter echoed in the space between them.

"It's not an existential crisis!" Win retorted, a hint of frustration lacing his words.

"Sounds like one to me," Bright countered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Well, it is NOT," Win insisted, crossing his arms in defiance.

Bright pulled the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road, a playful glint in his eyes as he turned to Win. Smiling, he reached out and opened the door of the shotgun seat, extending his hand in invitation. Win's confusion melted away as he took Bright's hand without hesitation, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Sharing a knowing smile, they stepped out of the car and onto the pavement, the night air wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. As they began to walk side by side, Win couldn't help but voice his curiosity.

"What are you doing?" he questioned his tone a blend of amusement and intrigue.

"Simply walking," Bright replied, his voice light and carefree.

"But what's the purpose of this?" Win persisted, his brow furrowing slightly.

Bright chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Win. "To see if we can reach the hotel in time for tomorrow's breakfast," he answered playfully.

Win's laughter softened into a quiet chuckle as he savored the tranquility of the night, the rhythmic cadence of their footsteps echoing against the stillness around them. Suddenly, Bright's voice broke the silence, his words carrying a weight of contemplation.

"Must be nice," he murmured wistfully. "To make that kind of sacrifice," Bright continued, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Win turned to him, sensing the deeper currents beneath his words. "Are you talking about Gun and Off?" he ventured.

Bright nodded a flicker of admiration in his eyes. "Yeah... Gun have always been afraid of commitment. But here he is, putting everything behind him to be with Off. It's amazing how much people can change because of love," he mused, his expression was a mixture of awe and reverence.

Win's gaze fell to the ground, his thoughts drifting to the sacrifices made in the name of love. "All to follow him in this unknown journey," he whispered. "Must be nice to not have a glimpse of the future."

Bright's response was immediate, cutting through the quiet with a gentle reassurance. "No one knows what the future holds, Win," he said softly.

There was something in Bright's tone that gave Win pause, a subtle implication lingering beneath the surface. Sensing that there was more to be said, Win chose to let it pass, instead shifting the conversation back to their friends.