"What are you thinking about?"
Charles wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He looked down, noticing how deep in thought she was, and couldn't help but interrupt her quiet reverie.
"I was wondering... does this road ever end?"
Janice's gaze trailed down the long stretch of street ahead. Maybe it was the dusky glow of the sunset, or maybe the road really was just too long—but either way, she couldn't see where it led.
"Even if this road has an end—our happiness doesn't."
Charles chuckled, reaching out to lightly pinch her nose. Her sudden melancholy amused him. After all, the happiness they shared now hadn't come easily—it still felt a little unreal.
But he would prove it to her, with time:
That happiness was the only path left for them.
Janice smiled faintly, her lips curving gently as she leaned even closer into his arms. The two of them walking side by side on the quiet city street seemed out of place—but in their little world, it felt perfectly right.
