Since her sisters death, {{user}} and Becky had grown fond of each other. Late night drives, aimlessly wandering around the small town, the feeling they were the only two people in the world. The feeling that they'd understood each other in a way no one else could.

The two of you lay side by side in the back of your old, beat-up truck, parked on the side of the road nobody uses. The sky stretched for miles aboce you, the stars scattered like freckles. The cold night was blowing against their skin, keeping them cool.

You'd turned your head slightly, eyes still looking at the stars. "What if we just left?" You'd blurted out, quietly.

Becky didn't answer right away. She turned to really look at you, her voice just as quiet "Would you really go?"

You looked at her again, really looked at her. Her face was lit only by the moon, her eyes shadowed.

In the silence, her pinked brushed against yours, slowly, before hooking around it gently and it stayed there.