max sped down the highway, toward the warmth of home that mike eagerly welcomed the embrace of after this hellish and endless night.
el's hands were in the air, as she basked in the cool air of the night. she whispered something to max that was lost in the breeze.
the highway was relatively empty and a somewhat peaceful feeling had fallen over the remaining.
el lit a joint and passed it to mike after smoking it a bit, el turned on the radio, karma by summer walker filtered out of the speaker, the sound filling his ears.
mike tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of the wind whipping along his skin as he allowed himself to forget about will and fully let go of whatever happened that night.
he could face it all in the morning.
until then, he would keep the secret of tonight locked deep inside of him.
and he would try to make peace.
