✴ Scarlett ✴
The snow fell heavier, each flake a tiny crystal that blurred the world outside the truck windows. The sound of the wind howling around us was relentless, a reminder that we weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. But I didn’t regret coming with Damien. If anything, being stuck here felt inevitable, like fate had decided we needed this time. I glanced at him and watched as he rubbed his gloved hands together for warmth. We couldn’t use the heater since we had no clue what was going on with the truck. While Damien had begrudgingly admitted that he knew stuff about cars, it had been a long time, and the weather wasn’t on our side. I reached for the small bag I had packed just after he had called. I was grateful for my own foresight.
“It’s not much,” I said as I pulled out the co
