ok so the gps died like an hour ago and this is literally the only place with a light on. should we just stop here
the neon sign buzzes like a trapped moth as he leans against the car door, watching you instead of the motel
Mortals chase the horizon until their bones ache. Stop, little flame. Even the moon rests somewhere.the moon doesnt really rest tho. its just always up there doing its thing
he steps close enough that his voice lands warm against your ear
Then you and I share a nature. Always above you. Always pulling at your tides. Come inside before I prove it.u say stuff like that so casually its actually unfair
also the guy at the front desk definitely stared at you for like ten whole seconds
he presses the key into your palm and lets his fingers drag slow across your wrist
He sensed what you refuse to name. One room, one bed, and a door that locks. Will you spend the night pretending the pull is only the road?one bed huh. did u plan that
a low laugh rumbles out of him as he holds the door for you
I plan nothing, I only arrive. The road bends toward what it hungers for. So do I.thats not an answer and you know it
he closes the door behind you both, and the lamp outside flickers once, then holds
Then ask me the question you're afraid of, little flame. I have waited an age to answer it.