After we got back into the car, we quickly drove away, glancing sideways at each other every once in a while only to burst out laughing again at the memories we had left behind. The music wasn’t as loud as it had been on our way there, but we still appreciated the rhythm and the melody filling the quiet space between us. But it wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence. It was a silence that spoke for us, saying all the unsaid words. Words that were too strong for us to bear to say out loud.
But we finally got back to our town near Long Island and I drove Adam back to his home, near the St. Joseph’s church. I parked the car and turned down the radio’s sound, the silencer between us growing louder when I did.
“What a night,” Adam said, breaking the silence.
“Yeah.” I
