The hum of the car's engine was the only sound I could hear. His breaths were so small they were unnoticeable, and I'd switched off the radio so he could sleep soundly. The highway was empty, and the deserted road ahead of me was illuminated by occasional streetlights. Deciding to appreciate the emptiness of the night, I pulled over at the side of the road.
A plane soared far above, its engine barely a murmur. The streetlights smudged against the night sky like fireflies and a faint tune played on my mind. I looked up to the stars, mouthing words as they came to me, thinking of the massive scale of the world and how insignificant we are.
"It's impressive, isn't it," he whispered, shocking me slightly. "We're out here in the middle of nowhere, just us, doing our own thing, in the middle of everything."
"We're so small," I responded. "But you make me feel like I'm the centre of the universe."
"Exactly how it should be," he smiled.
"How did we get here? After everything, after so long travelling, how did we end up pulled up on the side of a highway watching planes fly past beneath the stars?"
"I don't know, but I am so grateful. It's been an amazing experience." He put his arm around me, and everything was right.
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Songs as stories
Historia CortaI listen to songs and think of a story that goes well with the lyrics tbh
