8:03 pm

For the rest of the trip, she held my hand. She said 'it was to comfort me of the silence'. I tried to spare my other hand as much as possible on driving. The loneliness within the silence wasn't there, because her hand reminded me that we were two within the silence. She'd squeeze my hand every now and then as if to remind me of that. The unbearable loneliness was replaced by an unbearable happiness; just her holding my hand, the road that still stretches away, inside the camper.

This trip toward the sea is enough to me too. Just that made me happy. We were both expecting the trip to never end. And maybe it will never—is it even possible to touch the sky? Whatever.