"W-why are we going back to home at this h-hour? Did y-you two... fight?" asked Jacob, whose face was full of sleepiness. He was trying his best not to close his eyes while talking with me.
Now, I wanted to stay at Lindy's place tonight... but after our talk... I decided not to. She was quite... 'sad,' if I chose the better words. My hands were fixated on the steering wheel.
The moon was peeking out from its blanket of darkness. Trees casted gigantic shadows on the road. Street lights were flickering due to inadequate maintenance. The atmosphere was... quite peaceful... until, a few cars passed us, making a lot of noise in the process. They were playing loud music. It was a good thing that they went the other way... as I didn't want to get in trouble. Who knows what type of people are inside those cars?
"I didn't fight... we didn't fight. Lindy had something to do, and it was better not to disturb her. Besides, I am a good person... and I don't fight with anyone."
