Asher’s gesture unfolded like a canvas of possibility, his arm sweeping toward the island’s main road as if conjuring destiny itself.
“There’s a booth just down the street where we can rent cars perfect for a road trip around the island,” he said.
Rhys nodded, his energy contagious. “Let’s do it! I’ve heard the coastal routes are stunning.”
The promise of escape shimmered, a tantalizing mirage on the horizon. The world, with all its weights and worries, began to recede, beckoning us to abandon caution and surrender to the open road.
The island’s lush landscape blurred, a vibrant tapestry of greens and blues, as our hearts synchronized with the rhythm of freedom. Every mile marker signaled a fresh start, a chance to rewrite our stories.
In Asher’s gaze, I saw a reflection of my own lon
