I was sitting in the passenger seat, he was driving me home. Not once did my eyes waver from the road when they normally spend almost the entirety of the car ride intent upon his profile. My listlessness made me despondent.
“Talk, say something,” he quietly urged.
But I only glanced his direction and smiled briefly.
He turned to me again, “I’m about to say goodbye to you and I don’t want to, so, please, because I just want to hear your voice.”