Hour Nine
We walked for minutes more. But after realizing it was 8pm - the sky partially dark, only lit by some streetlights and a few stars spread across it - we have decided to head somewhere else.
Once we both got settled, Justin revved the car and we drove. I asked no questions, still.
Music played from the speakers. He said it was a mixtape of songs that reminded me of him.
The silence existed still, but different. It was more comfortable than ever.
He hummed simply to the songs, and I followed. You loved your rhythm and poetry, I loved my sins... My international mystery, I let you in.
But, I knew this. Things are gonna start to go awry...and it did. The ride got bumpy, and once checked - we both realized that the tires gave out and grew flat.
Shit.
