In a run down part of a suburban city, shadows were cast into the darkness of a cheap motel room as the lights were switched off. Two figures stood by the open doorway, looking in.
"Got everything?" A raven haired man in his early 20s bent over to pick up a worn out duffel bag from where it sat on floor. He slid a thin white mask into it before zipping the bag shut. He turned his head, _ colored irises meeting a pair of honey golden ones.
"Suppose so," came a slightly muffled response from over his shoulder. She took the hair pin that she held between her lips and secured it into her pink-to-red ombre hair, styling a bun. She then fetched a pair of keys that hung from a hanger in the wardrobe beside them and met her partner's eyes once more.
"Lets get a move on then," he gave her a quick peck on the lips and took her hand as they left the room. The pair walked down a long hallway hand in hand, surrounded by dusty, carpeted floors and water-stained walls. The lights that were spaced out along the hallway were dimly lit, and they even walked past one that was completely burnt out. As they reached the unattended front desk, she dropped their room key into a clear plastic box before they walked out into the chilly night.
It was quiet out and the streets were deserted. It was 2 in the morning afterall, but they did prefer to be out at this time of the day. There were no prying eyes, no noisy crowds, and best of all- the roads would be empty in and out of town.
"Where to next?" She tossed him the keys to their old _ car.
"Wherever theres food once we get hungry." He caught them effortlessly and jumped into the vehicle, throwing the duffle bag into the back seat while he started the car.
She hoped in beside him as the engine whirred to live. Immediately, she threw back the passanger seat before snuggling into an old brown jacket, ready to doze off. She reached out to grab his free hand and mumbled sleepily, "Wake me up if you wanna switch," before going silent.
Awkwardly but wordlessly, he used his other hand to switch the gear into drive. The car eased away from the roadside and drove off into the night.
This was the norm for the pair of young adults. They had no real destination, but they never stayed at one place for too long. They were on a journey -not to any physical location, but more of a journey through life, together.
Misery, 23 years old. Luna, 21. Lovers.
This is their story.