BOOK #1 of ROGER SERIES
BOOK #1 of BORHAP SERIES
BORHAP/ROCKETMAN CROSSOVER
SETTING: 1969 - 1971
"Life in the future might never come to pass, you know
The good times are now"
Maya grew up in constant awe of her older brother, both adm...
DISCLAIMER This is a fictional interpretation that is loosely based on accounts of Roger's experiences. No disrespect intended towards any parties involved.
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Chapter 25 Remedy
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Five hours and twenty-seven minutes. That was how long they were driving when Maya finally decided to peer at Roger's watch.
She held his hand which was loosely clasped over the gear stick, turning his wrist round slightly so she could see the time on his watch. It was nearing five in the evening. Yet it felt like no time passed at all.
The only thing that prompted her to check the time was upon seeing the sun dust over the horizon in a vibrant shade of orange, diluted under the hazy blanket of clouds. It was as if she was waking up. The past few hours seemed to lull her to such tranquility that she had forgotten where they were headed.
When the drive started, they spent the first hour in comfortable silence, sitting side by side — Roger with his eyes fixated on the road, would glance to his side every now and then to watch Maya close her eyes and let the wind sweep through her hair. Little to Roger's knowledge, Maya knew when he would look over at her. She timed it so that she'd close her eyes and enjoy the feel of his eyes trailing over her, and when she was sure that he would return his focus on the road, she would subtly sneak glances at him.
Driving was clearly something that immersed Roger in a state of peace. Maya picked up on little idiosyncrasies he would do as he drove — from the way his hands would smooth over the steering wheel both just as delicately and firmly as they smoothed over her hips the first night they spent together — to the way his mouth opened and closed like a fish and how his tongue curled over his top teeth when he tried to concentrate. How he'd sink down in his chair and rest his arm against the open window when the road was clear of other cars. How he'd smirk at the revving of his own engine when the light would turn green.
Watching Roger drive was something Maya could content herself doing all day. She was amazed how happy she could be simply sitting in silence with him.
For the hours following that, they engaged in conversation. Nothing all that much. It would involve simple small talk about the weather to observing their surroundings. Apart from the one moment where Maya scolded Roger for bursting into a fit of laughter at a child who dropped her ice-cream while crossing the road, their conversations were calm and civil. Minimal, yet blissful.
However, their stream of conversation stopped completely, an hour ago, after Maya finally asked where he was taking her.
"Cornwall." He replied bluntly, his small smile fading.
"Cornwall?" Maya asked, biting her lip in contemplation. She recalled the place that Roger said he spent Christmas at. "...Truro." She said faintly.
