“They ran off together.” My hands gripped the steering wheel as I glanced at her.
Windows down, the last breaths of summer danced in her hair.
“Imagine that,” she hummed.
“Running away together,” she laughed, elbowing me. My breath hitched.
“Although, kinda unrealistic,” she turned to the sunset. “Shakespearean, even.”
I wondered if our closeness made only my cheeks flush. “Yeah,” I forcibly looked back to the highway. “Unrealistic.”
“Now, if I HAD to succumb to romantic fantasies,” she declared, “I’d run off with myself.” Her laughter made it hard to breathe.
“Would you really?”
She regarded me with gleeful wisdom. “Who could take care of me better than I can?”
I clenched the wheel tighter, knuckles trembling. “Yeah,” I gasped. “No one.”
I wrote this in a longer version and it was B R I L L I A N T and I had to try to shorten it. But I couldn't quite get it to 99 words >.<