Driving in the car, they witnessed an accident on the highway.
Horrible.
And when things get horrible, his instinct was to distract her. Hers was the same for him. Somehow they could take the pain individually, but couldn't bear it in the other person.
A random song came on from the 1980's.
She sang along, knowing every word. He joined in.
From the vantage point of the other cars in traffic, it could pass for a surprisingly tender moment.
"i didn't know you'd know that song"
"Same here, funny thing"
A few months later.
They were wandering in an old amusement park. The song came on again.
"Aren't the nights supposed to be better by default? Isn't it the traffic that is better "since I've found you?"
"Even the traffic's better"
Both:
"As long as we're here together..."
It was a code for them. Everytime something terrible happened, they'd sing the song to forget.
Seeing a roach the size of a mouse on the floor of a coffeeshop.
Complimenting someone's necklace, when it was a scar.
All the awkwardnesses of life.
Saved by a song
****SEPARATE SHORT STORY IDEA
a) She remembered a night in college, wandering around with a boy. A perfect date. They were in an amusement park. They talked about the stars.
Everything was downhill after that.
b) Even overseas, where the carnival had a slightly different flavor to it. Something un-American. Not as shiny. The illusion wasn't complete. She could distance herself from the bright lights (like a child whose parent had died-seeing the difference between childhood and knowledge)
c) Mks pilot
d) Air Supply, Even the Nights Are Better
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRx58DgOxeg
Horrible.
And when things get horrible, his instinct was to distract her. Hers was the same for him. Somehow they could take the pain individually, but couldn't bear it in the other person.
A random song came on from the 1980's.
She sang along, knowing every word. He joined in.
From the vantage point of the other cars in traffic, it could pass for a surprisingly tender moment.
"i didn't know you'd know that song"
"Same here, funny thing"
A few months later.
They were wandering in an old amusement park. The song came on again.
"Aren't the nights supposed to be better by default? Isn't it the traffic that is better "since I've found you?"
"Even the traffic's better"
Both:
"As long as we're here together..."
It was a code for them. Everytime something terrible happened, they'd sing the song to forget.
Seeing a roach the size of a mouse on the floor of a coffeeshop.
Complimenting someone's necklace, when it was a scar.
All the awkwardnesses of life.
Saved by a song
****SEPARATE SHORT STORY IDEA
a) She remembered a night in college, wandering around with a boy. A perfect date. They were in an amusement park. They talked about the stars.
Everything was downhill after that.
b) Even overseas, where the carnival had a slightly different flavor to it. Something un-American. Not as shiny. The illusion wasn't complete. She could distance herself from the bright lights (like a child whose parent had died-seeing the difference between childhood and knowledge)
c) Mks pilot
d) Air Supply, Even the Nights Are Better
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRx58DgOxeg
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