She was indeed right, the ride was really good.
She spent most of her time singing the songs from the radio while Mason drove, his right hand still intertwined with hers. She could hear him hum in a low voice while she sang. The windows were both open and her hair flew behind her, making her laugh in delight. He gave her a grin every once in a while before turning his head forwards to stare at the empty street.
She really liked that smile.
His eyes brightened every time he smiled with such enthusiasm that he resembled a five-year-old child waiting for candy after his mother agreed to give him some.
And she couldn't help but smile back.
She knew she had to cherish moments like these because she never knew when life would end. Her brother was taken from this world at twenty-three, almos
