For you - 10. Chapter 10

We were sitting at a knee-high wall in the backyard of the motel, barely covered by the porch roof, while raindrops were falling from the summer night’s sky. That picture in itself had a certain beauty.

“So, what now?” Rhys broke the silence.

“Quod esset demonstrandum,” I replied. “On the other hand: I realized something else tonight: Was us heading for the border really primarily romantic, or was it running away? I mean, I never felt closer to you than last night, when we kinda pushed away from each other. Ironic, I know.”

“Yeah, I think, you have a certain point here,” Rhys said, looking into the pitch-black night outside the range of the Chinese lantern hanging over our heads. “Of course, we see all these couples in the movies or at school, but honestly, I don’t really know, how it feels—and how would I know?”

“No offense, but I don’t think, I was romantically in love with you either,” I disclosed to him.

“None taken.” Rhys laughed. “Funny. Another thing, we have in common.”

I felt so relieved at that moment.

“That brings us back to the question: What now?” Rhys concluded.
”Well,” I started. “Since neither of us is in love with the other, or wants to have sex with the other any longer, let alone, the point of the whole road trip is kinda defeated, I think, we should head back.”

That sounded less convinced than it sounded in my head.

“I agree with everything except the road trip. Let’s do one last stop without the burden of sex’n’love. Just two people taking the chance to visit one more place when they are there anyway.”

I agreed.

If this was a movie, you'd hear us continue our conversation, fading out in the distance.

"Can we have a campfire?"

"We won't sit under one blanket. No way."

But since it is not, forget what you just read.