infinite.

Ⅲ : Everlasting

They were in a drunken haze as he drove down the highway while she was halfway out of the beat down truck. It was unreliable and spontaneous, but that's what they enjoyed about the dented truck. It took them down an unexpected road and they relished in it.

They were high, and it never once bothered then that the sky was clouded with the color gray or even when it started to rain. Hard. Instead she squealed with joy, and when she stuck her head back into the truck her rainbow colored hair was soaked as well as the top half of her cropped shirt. She turned up the volume as the radio station begun to play one of her favorite songs - her theme song of the summer.

He chuckled, and they both started to sing at the top of their lungs to the song even though they were both horribly off key. But they didn't care. They had no time to care about the insignificant details that would simply make their day tedious. They wanted spontaneity and freedom. They wanted to taste it on their lips, to feel it in their hands, to see it with their own eyes, to hear it on full volume.

She reached for her sunglasses that were sitting at the roof of her nose and pulled them up so that they were sitting on her head. She opened the window behind them and she glanced at him for approval, and he smirked which was enough for her. She crawled out of the sheltered part of the truck and onto the back of the truck, and he slowed down enough for her to be able to stand on her knees. Luckily for them the road was empty, devoid of any other vehicles.

She looked up fluttering her eyes shut slowly bringing up her arms to embrace the upcoming storm. She looked at peace, he noted looking from his rear-view mirror. She always did when they went out for a drive in his rusty and broken down Toyota truck, but he truly and deeply enjoyed it. He was always happy when they went out for their weekly aimlessly drives. He looked forward to them and her ecstatic grins of mischief.

But here she had a different look on her face that defeated all of her other expressions. He always hoped that it would rain because that meant that he would have the chance to catch a glimpse of that in tuned, calm expression. He knew that it were times like this that he could tell that she was only ever truly content when she was out in the beginning stages of a powerful storm as if she hoped that if she concentrated long enough then she too would become the storm.

He realized that she didn't view the storm as something to be feared or scary but as something beautiful and magical. And he wished he could join her, but he knew that he needed to take the wheel to keep them both safe.

"Turn it up!" she shouted over the strong gusts of wind.

He did as he was told, and he saw how her lips twisted upwards into a small, hardly noticeable, gentle smile. And he felt privilege to be able to witness something so extraordinary. Her colorful hair was everywhere, her shirt was ruffling against the wind, and her skin showed signs of goosebumps, but she refused to go back inside.

As he drove on on the endless road in front of him he kept sneaking quick glances of her. He didn't dare interrupt her. He sighed in disappointment as he realized that they needed more gas, and it was a coincidence for them to be approaching a gas station. But it didn't matter to him that their long drive was coming to an end because she was everlasting just like the hauntingly beautiful storm that was brewing before them.