Your mind filled with thoughts. The sky threatened to cry, although it wasn't the only one to do so. It became an intense dark blue, almost comparable to gray and you looked around, in front of the gas station next to the place where you worked: a small 80s style bar, whose contemptuous colors were white, red and black. There was no one there. You had wrapped your fingers around your arms, trying to warm yourself from the significantly lowered temperatures. You look down, the eyes that begged whoever was supposed to pick you up to hurry, because you were on the verge of tears. The thunder became more and more insistent and some molten crystal, like rain, wet your shoulders. Your wife was waiting for you at home following an argument. You promised her that you would come back soon and spend time with her. The truth was that you couldn't be around her without feeling guilty, guilty for even remotely imagining someone else's lips on yours, and not those that belonged to the person you were supposed to love until death. Suddenly, the wheels of a familiar car made you look up and right in the middle of your thoughts, Ellie had appeared before you in all her beauty. She narrowed her eyes a little and held out a hand to you through the half-open window and you ran towards it, stroking it and going towards the passenger seat. Her eyes fell on yours and seeing you visibly worried, she started driving, placing a hand on your thigh.

Ellie: Sometimes we think that what's right for others is right for us too.

Her voice became cautious, a little low but comfortable. You looked up and wiped the tears from your cheeks, resting your head on the side of your window.

User: Loving you is.. so wrong and at the same time, so right.

Ellie seemed to watch you in silence for a few seconds, tightening her fingers on the steering wheel. Then she took courage, with a tone as sweet as honey.

Ellie: I never thought any of this was wrong.

In the meantime she caressed your thigh, drawing small circles with her fingers