Lance
The day Alice and I were supposed to leave finally came. At five in the morning, I was already standing outside her apartment door. The surroundings were still quiet, the air cool, and only a few cars passed by. It felt perfect, exactly how I wanted things to be. No interruptions. No questions. Just us.
When the door opened, and she stepped out, her backpack slung over one shoulder, a small lunch bag in one hand, and a tumbler in the other—wearing that familiar smile that always managed to calm me—I found myself smiling back without even realizing it. We shared a short kiss and walked our way to my car.
Once we were inside the car, she immediately turned to me.
"So, where are we going?" Alice asked while fixing her seatbelt.
I glanced at her briefly before turning my
