Alina leaned her head back against the leather. "Just thinking about how many miles we’ve covered. Not just tonight. Everything."
He glanced at her briefly, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. He knew she meant the climb, the late-night studio sessions, and the moments when they felt like the only two people who understood the weight of the spotlight. To the world, they were stars; in this car, they were just two souls navigating the dark.
Alina reached out, her fingers resting lightly on the center console. "In your right," she whispered, mirroring the lyrics they had written together. Vescan cu Alina Eremia - In Dreapta Ta
In the passenger seat, Alina watched the droplets race across the glass. She didn't have to look at the driver to know his expression. Vescan kept his eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel with a familiarity that bridged the silence between them. This car was their sanctuary, a small, moving world where the outside noise couldn't reach.
They had been driving for hours with no destination in mind. On the dashboard, the clock ticked toward midnight, but time felt irrelevant. The radio played a soft, acoustic melody, but the real song was the history shared in that cramped space—the arguments, the laughter, and the quiet moments of realization. Alina leaned her head back against the leather
"You're quiet tonight," Vescan said, his voice barely rising above the hum of the heater.
"I’ve always got you," he said, turning the wheel to merge onto the open highway. "As long as you’re in that seat, we’re going the right way." Everything
The road ahead was endless, stretching into the horizon where the black sky met the grey earth. They didn't need a map or a GPS. They had the rhythm of the road and the steady presence of one another. As the city faded into a distant glow in the rearview mirror, they drove forward, two ghosts in a machine, finding their home in the movement.