And my lovely destination.
“I’ll live there someday,” I murmur while fiercely stumbling to procrastinate my graduation date even further.
The next weekend I end up in silence, hearing every skip of every rock Dane throws. Looking up, while the sun goes down. It’s the silence I had been missing, the fucking silence. It’s how tiny I forgot I was, how free I had always been, how simple I always wanted things to be. Only the sky can really give me that.
