Just a short oneshot... I wanted to create a long story in a few words, were the characters were faceless but still real. Hope it's okay? AU
All Love.
As I lay curled up on the passenger seat of her car, wind whipping my hair around wildly and catchy but offbeat music caressing my ears, I smile.
This is it. This is my life.
She is singing along as she handles the wheel, driving us to wherever we want to go on this lonely stretch of crumbling highway. Every so often she glances in my direction, gaze completely devoid of any real emotion, except the subtle frown pulling at her lips. She wants to cry, but won't. Not yet. We still have time.
"Sing with me, baby." She says instead, and I roll my eyes but oblige her anyway. Truthfully, I don't mind it. At this point, I'm willing to give her anything she wants. I'd give her the world in a heartbeat, if she asked me for it. But then again… she is my world, so that could prove to be more than a little difficult.
I give myself a moment to become a part of the music in the car, and then chuckle contentedly when I take note of what is actually playing.
This song is us.
And now I think she really might cry, but one look in her direction and I know she won't. She's gripping the steering wheel a little more tightly, but she's grinning and I try my hardest to grin too. This road trip is for her, and I'll be damned if it isn't everything she's hoped for.
The doctor said I should spend what little time I have left, (while the pain is still relatively controllable), doing whatever I want. He says that I'm dying… My best friend in the entire world took the news more harshly than I did, and so began our road trip.
-And there's nothing else I'd rather be doing than spending this time with 'll take a million photos together… a million photos that will probably never be seen again, but will still exist. We'll document every sunset, and be awake for every sunrise. Each and every day, we'll continue on just a little further. We'll do whatever we want, because this is our time.
All of a sudden the music begins to fade away, and I glance at her curiously, waiting to see what she'll do next. "I love you." She says softly, and even though she should be keeping her attention on the road, she meets my eyes with an imploring gaze.
I begin to cry for the both of us.
I feel weak, and I'm desperate, and all of a sudden, this really is too much for either of us to handle alone. "I love you too," I reply simply, and nearly choke on my own words.
I lean over and place an innocent kiss upon her lips.
She pauses for a second, suspended in this one moment, and I think that perhaps she believes that everything will be okay. Then she turns back to the road ahead of us and nods, and I turn up the CD player and continue to sing along.
Life is just long enough.
