Chapter Four: Black Lamborghini (part 1) - Fiction Fantasy
(after the night we stopped pretending...) The next morning should have felt awkward. Instead, it felt... peaceful. We ordered coffee. Laughed about how neither of us had slept much. Talked about everything except what had happened between us. Maybe because we both knew. Neither of us needed to say it out loud. As I packed my overnight bag, he stood by the window with his hands in his pockets. "So..." he said. "So..." "I don't really want this to be the last time." I smiled. "I know." "What if we disappear again this weekend?" I looked down at my shoes. A week earlier, I would've said yes before he finished the sentence. Now... Now something had changed. "It can't." He frowned. "Why not?" "Because I know how this story ends if we keep pretending." He didn't answer. "I care about you." "I know." "I also care about myself." Silence. "You still have a life to ...
