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a little writing... maybe for life @ 23
May. 28th, 2007 02:32 amthe drumming of her fingertips on the door of the car is loud, despite the traffic roaring around them. the liveliness of it contrasts so starkly with the quiet of the car, he doesn't know what to expect. he doesn't know why they've decided to leave the windows open in this stifling heat, or why she doesn't want to talk. it just is.
the silence keeps stretching between them, the changing songs on the cd player not really making a dent in the quiet. they're each in a separate world, cocooned in the whistling wind whipping around them as they speed along the highway with the rest of the travelers off to destinations unknown. she'd kill to know what it is he's thinking right now, if it would make their conversation any easier.
as they drift farther apart in the car, he's beginning to wonder if all the time that they were separated, the long periods of time spent divided by a sea, if all of that has worn them to the point of no return.
sophie stares out of the window, tapping her fingers tunelessly against the car door, and sighs.
the silence keeps stretching between them, the changing songs on the cd player not really making a dent in the quiet. they're each in a separate world, cocooned in the whistling wind whipping around them as they speed along the highway with the rest of the travelers off to destinations unknown. she'd kill to know what it is he's thinking right now, if it would make their conversation any easier.
as they drift farther apart in the car, he's beginning to wonder if all the time that they were separated, the long periods of time spent divided by a sea, if all of that has worn them to the point of no return.
sophie stares out of the window, tapping her fingers tunelessly against the car door, and sighs.
