Chapter 18

Will

I pulled up to another red light. I tapped my fingers against the steering wheel, another damn stop. I looked out the window, how do the birds feel? Is it freeing to fly? I play the radio, another song, another one hit one wonder.

Green.

Red.

Green.

Tap. Tap, boredom. The sound of the engine, soft clicks of the lock. The snow is falling. The first snow of the season. Lucifer and I will be colder, it always colder around this time of year. Maybe we should take Mikasa's advice.