ShadowBrooksArt

"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?" It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it. "I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said. "That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough. That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept drivin