The car stopped, held fast to the road by the immense weight of their embrace. The guard rail had buckled and snapped when the car hit it. She was driving but it wasn’t her fault. No one in the world could have said that. Not even he’d dare bring it up.

The windshield was a broken winter footpath and their breath steamed the mountain air. Not awkward, not forced, not hollow, her head fit into his shoulder and he didn’t feel ashamed to have his eyes opened or closed. Even when his friends weren’t around he didn’t know which to do but now he couldn’t be wrong.

As one they opened their mouths:
“I’ve fallen for you.”
“I’m cheating on you.”

Written by: Zach.
Tags: waste of time, writing.