[ hypocrisy is a sin of mine ]
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"i don't wanna die a window seat, ya know?" he whistled. it was getting dark and the headlights were broken, so it seemed driving blind on that desert road was the only option.
"not really." she said, desperately wishing that cigarettes were good for you.
"i don't want to be the one to look out the window, watching the world go by. no experience, no life. it's ride or die in me, coffee bean. do you love that?"
what a strange question. but then again, he was a strange boy.
she bit her chapped lips and squinted at the sunset in the distance. she completely forgot that she left her glasses back home. who does that?
she scoffed when she remembered that a girl in love does that.
"i mean, if i love you, then i gotta love all of you. you come as a package. so sure."
he smiled and turned the radio up.
the nonexistent radio.
and she could feel herself
chipping away.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Short Story"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
