BRING IT CLOSER 🌌 ━━ VI.
LATE NIGHT TALKING ❛ things

haven't been quite the same ❜

𝓛ATE NIGHT TAKING ━━ 𝒗ol I.
𝒊. ✧ sixth chapter

ISADORA lay wide awake in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs like a cocoon she couldn't escape. The dim glow of her phone screen cast soft shadows across her face, illuminating her furrowed brow and the slight sheen of sweat on her skin. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was futile; her mind was racing, refusing to settle.

The memories of the previous evening swirled around her. Drew's laughter echoed in her ears, a sound so infectious that it made her smile despite the turmoil inside. She remembered the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, how he seemed genuinely interested in every word she said, making her feel valued and seen.
The way he leaned closer, his playful teasing, and the warmth of his presence wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.

But as soon as those happy memories flickered to life, they were quickly overshadowed by thoughts of Nicholas. She could see his face in her mind-the way his expression softened when they were close, how he made her feel like the only person in the room. The laughter they shared, the electric moments that left her breathless; all those experiences clashed violently with her efforts to move on. Each reminiscence pulled her deeper into a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.

A pang of guilt twisted in her stomach. How could she entertain thoughts of Nicholas while she was out with Drew, trying to forge a new path forward? It felt like a betrayal, a reminder of how tangled their feelings had become. She hated that she was still so affected by him.

As she rolled onto her side, staring at the wall, she tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered stubbornly. The silence of the night wrapped around her, heavy and oppressive, amplifying her inner turmoil. She glanced at the clock, the numbers glowing back at her mockingly: 2:00 AM. Sleep was a distant dream, slipping further away as her mind spiraled.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to reach out to Nicholas. The thought flickered through her mind like a spark of electricity. Maybe a simple text would be enough to break the silence, to gauge if he was feeling the same pull she was. But what would she say? What if he didn't want to hear from her? The fear of rejection loomed large, a dark cloud that threatened to engulf her resolve.

With a sigh, she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. She felt trapped between two worlds: one where she could embrace something new with Drew, and the other where unresolved feelings for Nicholas held her captive. Every laugh she shared with Drew felt tainted by the knowledge that her heart was still tethered to her past.

The guilt surged again, mingling with a longing that felt as relentless as the city lights twinkling through her window. She reached for her phone, hesitated, then pulled it back as if it were a hot coal. What would she even say? A part of her wanted to confess her confusion, to be honest about how she felt caught in the crossfire of two emotions. But another part of her feared the vulnerability that would expose her heart, leaving it wide open to potential hurt.

She sighed deeply, the air heavy in her lungs as she grabbed her phone from where it had rested on her chest. For a long moment, she simply stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over Nicholas's name in her contacts. What was she even doing? It was 2:00 AM. He was probably asleep-or worse, he wasn't, and she'd end up having a conversation she wasn't ready for.

Her heart drummed a steady rhythm of anxiety in her chest, but before she could talk herself out of it, her fingers started moving.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
you up ?

The message hovered there, staring back at her as her stomach twisted with nerves. Her thumb hovered over the phone, second-guessing whether she should have sent it. She hadn't talked to Nicholas properly since everything blew up between them. What if this was a mistake? What if-

Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her spiral of doubts. She glanced at the screen, and her heart fluttered when she saw his reply. Even just his name on the screen made her pulse quicken in that frustrating, undeniable way.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
yeah, barely
why are you still up ?

She exhaled, her fingers resting on the keyboard. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't about to tell him she couldn't sleep because she couldn't stop thinking about him. Not directly, at least. She hesitated, then started typing again.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
can't sleep
thinking too much

Her chest tightened as she hit send, her fingers still shaking slightly. The familiar little dots appeared almost immediately, indicating that he was typing, and her heart did a nervous flip. She could imagine him lying in bed somewhere, tousled hair, sleep still clinging to him. She'd seen him like that a hundred times before-lazy mornings, half-asleep conversations, the quiet comfort that came from just being with him.

Her phone buzzed again.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
about what?
or should i say
who?

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips despite herself. Of course, Nicholas would go straight to teasing her. He always knew how to press her buttons, how to turn every moment into something lighthearted, even when there was tension simmering beneath the surface. She rolled her eyes, but her heart wasn't in it.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
you wish it was you ?
but i was just thinking about the dinner
i guess

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she hesitated again. She didn't need to say more-she didn't want to say more. Not yet, anyway. Admitting that she'd spent most of the evening thinking about him instead of Drew? She wasn't ready to go there. Not tonight. But there was an ache in her chest, a longing that made it hard to focus.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling her out of her thoughts.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
right
the big drew dinner
how was it?

She bit her lip, her mind racing. What was she supposed to say? That it had been fine? That Drew had been sweet, but she couldn't stop comparing every moment to the way things used to be with Nicholas? That she was sitting here, in the middle of the night, messaging her ex because she couldn't get him out of her head?

She typed quickly before she could overthink it.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
it was fine, nothing special
we talked about movies mostly
nothing you'd care about

Her chest tightened as she hit send, feeling the weight of her words settle in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to sound dismissive, but there was no way she could be honest about how unremarkable the night had felt. Drew had done everything right, but it didn't matter. Not when Nicholas was still this close, still occupying so much space in her heart.

Another buzz.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
yeah, cause i definitely don't know anything about movies.
sounds riveting.

She smiled again, the tension in her chest loosening just a little. Even through the screen, he had this way of making her laugh, making her feel like herself. It was familiar, comforting in a way she hadn't expected. For a moment, it felt like they hadn't been apart at all.

Her fingers moved instinctively, typing before she had time to stop herself.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
remember when we got lost going to that party last summer?

The memory hit her suddenly, a rush of nostalgia that tugged at her heart. That night had been one of her favorites-the way they'd driven around, laughing, just the two of them. They'd spent hours talking, eating burgers in the middle of nowhere. It was one of those perfect, easy moments that she missed more than anything. It was a time when everything felt simple, when their relationship didn't carry all the baggage it did now.

His reply came quickly.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
god, don't remind me.
we spent half the night driving around in circles.
i still think you did that on purpose to avoid all those awkward conversations.

She laughed softly, her heart swelling at the memory. It was so them. How easy it had been to be with him, to laugh and not worry about anything. It had felt right, in a way that no other relationship had ever come close to. She hadn't just been avoiding the awkward conversations at the party. She'd wanted to spend that time with him.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
maybe
i mean, would you rather have listened to these boring people, or spend the night eating burgers with me in a parking lot?

Her heart raced as she sent the message, the playful tone masking the deeper meaning behind her words. They had been so good together once, and even now, when things were complicated, there was a part of her that still longed for that connection. That ease.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
fair point.
the burgers were the best part of that night.

There was a pause, and the playful back-and-forth began to fade. The mood shifted, the weight of their shared past settling back in between them. Isadora felt a tightness in her chest, her heart aching with the unsaid words lingering just beneath the surface. She had been thinking about him more than she wanted to admit-more than she should have been.

Her thumbs hesitated for a moment before moving.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
i've been thinking a lot about things lately
about us? i guess

The moment the message sent, her heart raced in her chest, her pulse loud in her ears. She wasn't sure why she said it, but it was too late to take it back now. The silence seemed louder as she waited for his reply, her anxiety building with each passing second.

𝓝𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦
yeah?
what about us?

His response was serious, the teasing gone. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her heart pounding as she stared at the screen. This was it. This was the moment where she either opened up completely, or let the conversation drift back into safer territory. But she couldn't stop herself now. Not after everything they'd been through.

Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately.

𝓘𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔
i don't know
it's just been hard to figure things out
like, i'm trying to move on but i don't know
delivered✔

Isadora stared at her phone screen, waiting for the three dots to appear, the anticipation tightening her stomach. Each passing second felt like an eternity, the stillness of her room amplifying her anxious thoughts. But when the screen buzzed instead, flashing Incoming call: Nicholas, her heart raced. She hesitated for a split second, her thumb hovering over the screen, nerves surging through her. He was actually calling her. After the back-and-forth texting, a phone call felt so much more... intimate, as if he was reaching through the distance between them.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Isadora swiped to answer, bringing the phone to her ear. "Hey," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the late-night stillness.

"Hey," Nicholas replied, his voice low and slightly groggy, as if he'd been wrestling with his own restlessness just like her. There was a familiarity in his tone that sent a rush of warmth through her, a comfort she hadn't realized she missed until this moment. "I guess we're both not sleeping tonight, huh?"

Isadora let out a soft sigh, her body sinking into the comfort of her pillows, trying to find solace in the fabric. She glanced around her room, the dim glow of the city lights filtering through her window, casting soft shadows that felt like echoes of her racing thoughts. "Yeah," she murmured, her eyes flickering to the skyline, the twinkling lights resembling her tangled emotions. "I don't know... my mind's just a mess."

"I get it," Nicholas's voice held that familiar undertone, both comforting and frustrating at the same time. "That's why I called. I didn't feel like texting anymore. Figured we could talk."

The weight of his words settled between them, heavy yet strangely uplifting. Isadora's mind raced with everything she wanted to say but couldn't-at least not through a phone call at 2 a.m. The mere act of hearing his voice made the reality of their situation more palpable, bringing back memories she had tried to stifle. But still, talking to him felt like slipping into something familiar, something that soothed yet stung.

"What's been keeping you up?" Nicholas's voice was softer now, probing in a way that told her he already knew the answer but needed her to say it.

She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the light hum of the city outside, the distant sounds of life continuing as if nothing were amiss. "I don't know... Drew, I guess. The dinner. You."

There was silence on the other end, but not the kind that felt awkward. It was heavy, like he was processing what she'd just admitted, digesting the complexity of her words. The tension between them wasn't new, but now it felt charged, electric.

"You," Nicholas finally said, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. "You've been keeping me up too. Been thinking about you all night."

Isadora's pulse quickened, the familiar tug of emotions pulling at her chest. She gripped her phone tighter, trying to process how hearing that from him made her feel. It was both comforting and terrifying. "It's weird, isn't it?" she said, barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loudly would shatter the moment. "We're supposed to be moving on, but here we are... still talking at 2 a.m."

Nicholas let out a small chuckle, though it lacked humor. "Yeah, weird," he admitted. "It's hard to let go of some things. Of you."

His words hit her harder than she expected, and the gravity of that last part-of you-hung in the air, making everything feel suddenly too real. Isadora wasn't sure if she wanted to cry, scream, or throw her phone across the room. Instead, she closed her eyes, trying to find her footing in the emotional whirlwind, and spoke before she could overthink.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked, her voice softer, more vulnerable. "Us breaking up?"

The line went quiet again, and Isadora could hear him take a deep breath. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and she felt her heart race at the rawness of the moment.

"I don't know," Nicholas finally admitted, his voice low and heavy with thought. "I mean, we ended for a reason, right? But I can't stop wondering if we gave up too easily."

His words struck her like a bolt of lightning, igniting everything she'd been feeling but hadn't dared to express. It was everything she'd been thinking, everything she hadn't allowed herself to say out loud. She bit her lip, the emotions swirling inside her, making it hard to find the right words.

"Yeah... I wonder that too," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as the weight of their shared history hung in the air like a fragile thread.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, but the silence felt like a conversation in itself. There was so much unspoken, so much unresolved, and Isadora wasn't sure if they'd ever get the closure they both needed. The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable; it felt like an invitation to dig deeper.

Then, Nicholas's voice cut through the quiet. "Do you want to go for a drive?" he asked, his voice soft but serious. "I don't know, it feels like we should talk face to face."

Her breath hitched at the suggestion. A drive. Just the two of them. Alone. The idea both excited and terrified her. But deep down, she knew she wanted to see him-needed to. The thought of being in the same space, of feeling his presence beside her, was almost irresistible.

"Yeah," she said after a beat, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion. "I'd like that."

"Give me ten minutes," Nicholas said before hanging up.

Isadora stared at her phone for a moment, her heart racing, a mix of anticipation and fear swirling in her chest. She took a moment to steady herself, inhaling deeply as she gathered her thoughts. This night wasn't over-not yet.

Nicholas leaned against the car, the cold November air biting his skin, but he barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on the front door of Isadora's building, waiting. When she finally appeared, stepping out in an oversized hoodie and pajama pants, he let out a quiet breath. There was something about her-effortless, even in pajamas-that always caught him off guard. The moonlight framed her face, and the city around them seemed to pause.

"Still rockin' the pajama look, huh?" Nicholas teased, pushing off the car to open the door for her.

Isadora rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a small smile. "I didn't know midnight drives came with a dress code. Should've pulled out my ballgown."

He laughed as she slid into the seat. "Next time, I expect nothing less."

Nicholas shut the door behind her and moved around to the driver's seat, settling in beside her. The engine purred to life, and they pulled away from the curb, the city streets quiet and half-empty under the glow of streetlights. For a while, they drove in comfortable silence, the tension of the night slowly loosening its grip on them both.

The radio hummed softly in the background, playing a mix of current hits and throwbacks. Isadora reached over, turning it up slightly when a familiar beat started.

"are you trying to seduce me playing Chapelle Roan?" she said, suddenly animated. "I love this song."

Nicholas glanced at her, amused. "I know. You're obsessed."

She smiled at his comment, her fingers tapping along to the beat against her knee. "You say 'obsessed' like it's a bad thing. Admit it, this song slaps."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll give it to you, it's catchy. But you also say that about every Beyoncé track, every Rihanna track-"

"Because they are all amazing. Don't tell me you forgot that time I made you listen to Beyoncé's 'Homecoming' on repeat for like, a week straight."

"I could never forget," he said, pretending to wince at the memory. "You had me quoting Formation in my sleep."

Isadora laughed, the sound light and genuine, and it eased some of the awkwardness that had been hanging between them. Nicholas glanced at her, catching the way her face lit up when she talked about music. Even in her tired state, her passion was contagious.

After a beat of silence, he shifted the conversation, his voice dropping slightly. "How's Drew?"

It wasn't the most graceful way to segue, but he knew they had to get there eventually. Isadora's smile faded a little, her fingers pausing on her knee. She shrugged, looking out the window at the passing buildings.

"He's fine. Dinner was fine," she said, her tone more guarded now. "But... I don't know. It felt weird."

Nicholas kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel the shift in the air. "Weird how?"

Isadora sighed softly, resting her head against the window for a moment before turning back to him. "It just felt like I wasn't really there. I mean, I was, but my mind was... somewhere else."

Nicholas glanced at her briefly, his brow furrowing. "Somewhere else like...?"

"You know," she admitted, her voice softer. "Like thinking about you."

A small silence settled between them. The weight of her words hung in the air, thick and unspoken. Nicholas didn't say anything at first, letting the moment stretch, but his chest tightened. He kept driving, the steady hum of the engine filling the space, but his mind was on her.

After a minute, he cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone casual, but there was a slight edge to it. "It's okay, you know... to move on. You don't owe me anything."

"I know that," she said quickly. "I know I don't. It's just..." She bit her lip, fumbling for the right words. "I don't want to pretend like what we had didn't matter. That it wasn't... important."

Nicholas kept quiet, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. His mind raced with everything they'd been through, the break-up, the messy feelings that lingered, unresolved. She wasn't making it easy, and part of him wished she would just move on-for both their sakes. But hearing her say that? That she was still thinking about him?

That made everything ten times harder.

"I'm not saying it wasn't important," he said, his voice quieter now. "I'm just saying... you deserve to be happy."

"I know," she whispered, but it didn't feel like she really believed it.

For a moment, they didn't say anything. The weight of what she said pressed against both of them. The air in the car felt thick, like they were both bracing themselves for something. It felt lighter again, their playful back-and-forth slipping into familiar territory. Nicholas kept driving, the city blurring around them as they got closer to nowhere in particular. He liked it like this-no pressure, no forced conversations, just them.

But then, almost out of nowhere, Isadora's voice cut through the calm. "Do you ever regret it?"

Nicholas tensed, knowing exactly what she meant. He kept his eyes on the road, not sure how to answer. He wanted to give her the truth, but the truth was messy. And they'd both been through enough mess already.

"I don't know," he finally said, exhaling. "I mean, I think about it sometimes. What if we tried harder? What if we didn't call it quits so soon?"

Isadora stayed quiet, her gaze focused on him, absorbing every word. She shifted slightly in her seat, feeling the weight of his answer settling inside her.

"Yeah," she whispered, almost to herself. "Me too."

The air between them shifted again, thick with unresolved tension, old wounds reopening. Neither of them knew what to say next, or if there even was anything left to say. But they didn't need to fill the silence. It spoke for them.

Nicholas turned the wheel, heading toward the highway, away from the city lights. He glanced over at her, taking in the familiar way she looked at him-like she was waiting for him to say something that would make it all make sense. But he wasn't sure if he had the answer she was hoping for.

Then he pulled the car over to the scenic overlook, the city sprawling out beneath them, a constellation of twinkling lights against the inky November sky. The engine hummed softly for a moment before fading into the crisp night air, leaving the quiet between them to fill the space. Isadora shifted in her seat, feeling the cold creeping in through the slight crack in her window, the wind biting at her skin. She tugged at the sleeves of her sweatshirt, pulling it tighter around her frame.

He sat beside her, hands gripping the steering wheel like he was trying to steady himself. His profile was sharp under the dim glow of the dashboard lights, casting shadows across his face. He looked good, too good for a late-night drive in the cold. His hair was tousled just the right way, his jaw clenched in that familiar way that told her he was thinking too much, probably replaying everything in his head just like she was.

The silence between them grew heavier as the minutes ticked by, neither of them sure how to start. Nicholas let out a long, slow breath, finally easing his hands off the wheel. He turned slightly in his seat to look at her, his eyes softening just a little.

"I messed things up," he admitted, his voice low and rough, like the words had been lodged in his throat for too long. His fingers tapped nervously on the side of the seat, a tell she'd known all too well. "But that doesn't mean I don't think about you. Every day, Dora"

Her heart stuttered at his words, a flutter she couldn't quite control. The sound of her nickname on his lips-it still hit her like a wave. She turned her head slightly, not meeting his gaze just yet, eyes focusing instead on the city stretched out below them. The lights blinked faintly in the distance, but they blurred in her vision, overshadowed by the weight of what he was saying.

She drew in a deep breath, letting the cold air fill her lungs. "I wish we could just forget everything," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "and go back to how it was before."

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shield against the cold that wasn't just coming from the air outside. Her stomach twisted, the memories of everything they'd been through flickering in her mind. But as much as she wanted to go back, there was no pretending that things hadn't changed, that the cracks between them weren't still there, waiting to be mended or left behind.

Nicholas shifted beside her, and before she could even process it, his hand was on her knee. It was an old habit of his-one she remembered all too well. He'd always done this, back when they were together, whenever he wanted to comfort her or when words failed him. His palm rested lightly against her leg, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin fabric of her sweatpants, spreading across her skin like fire. It was so familiar that her chest tightened, the heat rising to her cheeks. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure, but her heart raced beneath her ribcage.

His touch was gentle, tentative, but it was enough to pull her right back into that space they used to occupy-where they understood each other without speaking. Her breath hitched, her pulse fluttering wildly as his thumb traced small, absent-minded circles on her knee, like it was second nature. It sent a shiver down her spine, but not from the cold. She glanced down at his hand, then back up at his face, her lips parting slightly, but no words came out.

"I don't want to forget," Nicholas said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushed her skin again, slower this time, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, she felt like the rest of the world had faded away. "I don't think I could."

Her heart pounded, a mix of emotions she couldn't sort through fast enough. She didn't pull away, but she didn't move closer either, her body caught in the tension between wanting to fall back into him and knowing how dangerous that would be.

She inhaled sharply, her gaze flicking to his lips for the briefest second before looking away, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. The space between them felt impossibly small, the air thick with everything they weren't saying. Nicholas leaned in just a little, his face inches from hers now, his breath warm against her skin. She could feel the weight of his presence, the magnetic pull that had always been there between them, drawing them closer.

Isadora's heart raced, the familiar scent of him-clean, with a hint of the cold air from outside-filling her senses. Her breath came a little faster, her pulse quickening in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his knee brushing lightly against hers as they sat there, so close but not touching any more than that.

For a moment, she thought he might kiss her. She saw the way his eyes flickered to her lips, the subtle tension in his jaw as if he was holding himself back. The air was thick, almost suffocating, with the unspoken question lingering between them-one she wasn't sure she had the answer to.

But instead of closing the distance, Nicholas hesitated. His hand slipped from her knee, the touch lingering in her skin like a brand. She felt the loss of it immediately, a coldness settling back into the space between them.

"I don't know if we can fix this," she whispered, her voice shaky, her gaze dropping to the dashboard. Her heart still thudded in her chest, the almost-kiss leaving her breathless, confused.

He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing, but the heaviness in the air remained. "I don't either," he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost resigned. He turned back to face the city lights, eyes scanning the skyline. "But I don't want to let it go."

She nodded, even though he couldn't see it. Her fingers toyed with the edge of her sleeve, her thoughts swirling in the quiet that followed. The warmth of his touch still lingered on her skin, a reminder of everything that was still unresolved between them. They both sat there in the silence, the weight of what could've happened hanging between them like an unspoken promise, one that neither of them was quite ready to fulfill.

The city lights flickered below them, indifferent to the storm of emotions swirling inside the car. The cold of the November night pressed in from all sides, but the space between them was still warm, still full of something they couldn't quite name.

The silence between them felt different now-less heavy, more open, like the unspoken tension had shifted. Isadora leaned back into her seat, her gaze following the endless stretch of city lights below. Despite the whirlwind of emotions still swirling in her chest, there was a strange comfort settling in too, like maybe tonight had cracked something open between them that had been sealed tight for too long.

Nicholas shifted beside her, glancing at her once more. His expression had softened, the hardness that had been there earlier replaced with something gentler, something almost hopeful. His hand twitched like he might reach for her again, but he left the space between them untouched this time, letting the warmth of the moment hang in the air.

"Whatever happens," he said softly, his voice laced with sincerity, "I'm glad we did this."

Isadora turned to him, her lips curling into a faint smile, even as her heart fluttered. She didn't know what the future held for them-whether this night would be the start of something new or a reminder of everything they couldn't fix. But for now, it was enough. It had to be.

She nodded slowly, the weight of the past still lingering, but for the first time in a while, it felt like they were looking at it together, not from opposite sides.

The car engine purred to life as Nicholas pulled back onto the road, the city stretching out before them. The night was still dark, the air still cold, but between them, there was warmth. There was possibility.

As they drove off, the skyline lit their way, casting flickers of light over their faces, leaving behind the silence of the overlook and heading back into the uncertainty of everything still left unsaid. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, that uncertainty didn't feel so daunting. It felt like a beginning.

And as the city lights blurred past them, the night stretched on-filled with unanswered questions, unspoken words, and the quiet promise of rekindled feelings waiting on the horizon.

author's note.
i mean, i don't know how to feel anymore.
i know it's long but i really liked to write this chapter !!!!!!!! tell me what you think !!!!!! and leave a star ⭐️ if you want.
i feel bad abt drew but i truly can't stop writing about them together