He didn't say it again.
The light turned green, and he glanced back at the road, and just like that, the moment was gone. It was as if time had wrapped itself around us, quietly and completely, the way it always seemed to be with Damien. By the time we pulled into the driveway, the car was silent, and I could feel that whatever had been shared between us in those few fleeting seconds was now lost. The connection was broken, and we were left with nothing but the sound of the engine and the quietness of the evening. It was a silence that spoke louder than words, a reminder that some moments are fleeting, and once they're gone, they can never be recaptured.
I went to bed without pushing it.
As I lay there in the darkness, I couldn't help but think about the evening that had just passed. Th
