Love sewn up.

He'd drive in silence left unbroken. I'd stare at the silhouettes of tangled trees, then the vast flatness of fields, field after field.

His headlights cut through the darkness but showed nothing but ill-maintained asphalt. Once there was the flattened body of a cat, the fur pressing into its bones. Neither of us said anything as we drove past it.

I don't recall if we ever reached our destination. I don't believe it matters.