Petersons

The sound of the engine running, the silence between those lips, sealing the talk keeping those moments away from each other. The air light as they drove peacefully around a different neighbourhood. The weather changed on each turn as their hearts kept leaning towards someone else's. Unpredictable their hearts were.

"So, who was she?" Aaron looked over to her, giving her a side glance and turning his attention back to the road.

"Who is she?" He asked. Scar's eyes lingered over at Aaron, lips pressed in a thin line. Not amused.

"The girl at the hospital."

"What about her?" He asked a little too quick. He turned the steering wheel and took a left turn.

Scar eyed him, "You seemed interested in her," she said while playing with the charm bracelet clasped around her wrist - a gift from Aaron when she turned eighteen.

Aaron sighed heavily. Scar knew what his heart was feeling and what his head was against was fighting back.