back on the road we were, tearing through pavement and racing past time like those seconds and miles never mattered.
but those seconds meant something, more than something; they meant everything to him, they were his final beginnings, his dawning ends, and perhaps even more. that hour, that sixty minute clock, seemed ever constraining.
i saw freedom in his eyes.
// do you like who i casted for "him"? he's the gif ! (i have a special idea for actual names, but you will have to read until the end to see what it is !! i'm so cruel aren't i)
and i don't want to sound greedy, ( i am so grateful for all the reads, votes, and comments on this story. i am so proud of it. ) but i really appreciate when you guys comment, even if it's something small !! it makes my day and makes me so excited to write more. but don't feel pressured at all, i just wanted to say how much comments mean to me !! //
