The final night, they sat in the bed of his truck, parked in his empty driveway. Boxes were stacked in the garage. The house was already a hollow version of itself.
“The big one,” she whispered. “The one they write songs about.” tiffany thompson teenagers in love
The clouds you saw were dragons, The lake was an endless sea. And I’m still driving nowhere, But nowhere’s where you’ll be. The final night, they sat in the bed