Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
Insisting upon driving had been a very good idea.
There were all those things, of course, that would be out of the question if he needed to concentrate his human senses on the road- hand holding, eye-gazing, general joy-radiating. But more than this, the feeling of being filled to the point of bursting with pure light hadn't dimmed at all. I knew how overwhelming it was for me; I wasn't sure how much it would compromise a human system. Much safer to let my inhuman system tend to the road.
The clouds were shifting as the sun set. Every now and then a lance of fading red sunlight would strike my face. I could imagine the terror I would have felt only yesterday to have been exposed in this way. Now it made me want to laugh. I felt filled with laughter, as if the light within me needed that escape.
Curious, I switched on his radio. I was surprised that it was tuned to nothing but static. Then, considering the volume of the engine, I deduced that he didn't bother much with radios. Kids these days mostly listened to music on their phones. I'm an oldie who still listens to radio stations, so I twisted the knob until I found a semi-audible station. It was playing Johnny Ace, and I smiled. "Pledging My Love." How apt.
I began to sing along, feeling a little cheesy, but also enjoying the chance to say these words to him.
"Always and forever, I'll love only you."
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
He never took his eyes off my face, smiling in what I could now accurately construe as wonder.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
