"And yet," Juan replied, "here we are."
"No," Juan said, tracing the flame's shadow on her palm. "North is a direction. The line is just how you choose to walk."
"Until the road starts again."
"Don't," she said.
"Don't look at me like I'm already gone."
"For how long?" she asked.
He stopped smiling. "I only look at you like you're here."
"Whimsy is just a destination without a map," he said.
"And yet," Juan replied, "here we are."
"No," Juan said, tracing the flame's shadow on her palm. "North is a direction. The line is just how you choose to walk."
"Until the road starts again."
"Don't," she said.
"Don't look at me like I'm already gone." agnessa and juan
"For how long?" she asked.
He stopped smiling. "I only look at you like you're here." "And yet," Juan replied, "here we are
"Whimsy is just a destination without a map," he said.