XLIII

The silence around us is engulfing us in the oblivion as we sit in the car, in front of my house.

I had a great night with him, but it's time to say goodbye. Tonight, a lot of things were revealed to me and I didn't know what to think of them.

Axel will need his answer, and I'm not sure what it will be. I can barely see his beautiful tattoed hand move to catch mine in the dark. He intertwines our fingers, fingertips brusing against the soft skin. I look up his arm and his torso, tattoos sligtly visible under the button-up. His chest looks fit and slightly tanned, like he'd spent many hours under the sun in the summer.