Akahiro and Hershaille were smiling from ear to ear on their way home. He would thank every obstacle that would make him stop the car, just like the traffic lights, because it gave him more time to spend with her inside the car.
He would hold her hand using his free hand whenever there was a chance and squeeze it a little. Hershaille would do the same, and both of them would smile like two idiots.
But they didn’t mind looking like idiots. It was only the two of them inside the car; no one would see, no one would care. Definitely not any of them.
But life seemed to have a different plan for the two of them. And they both realized that in every calm, there was a storm that was bound to happen. Only it was too late for them.
Akahiro tried to press the brake multiple times, but it would
