The Nights We Wandered
"How is it that we always find each other?" he asked, voice still husky with sleep. Small and broken.
I smiled and gave a small shrug, sticking my hands into the pockets of my hoodie for the warmth I was missing. "You tell me, George Mason," I replied, then glanced up at the sky. "All I know is that right now, we're together for a reason." I stuck a hand out to him and he took it without hesitation, his smaller palm enveloped in my own.
The last time we had been together was only hours ago, but it might as well have been years and seconds all at once, in another universe light years away. Then, everything had been real. Everything had mattered. Everything had been dark despite the light of the day outside the window.
Now, everything was pretend. Nothing had to matter.
For all we knew, in that moment, we were the only people in the world; the things that had mattered hours ago faded away and would reappear in the morning. We would worry about that when the sun rose.
For now, we had all the time in the galaxy to just exist and forget.
To live like poetry.
[previously titled 'serendipity]
[sleepless nights book two]
[contains mature storylines]