_{Today we chose to run away
From fate, from pain, from misery}

"I can't believe we're doing this", you said while looking out the side window.

"It's just something that had to be done", I replied and leaned back a bit more.

The road we were on was straight until the horizon though we couldn't see it yet. The sun was just coming up and the morning fog covered the still sleeping world in grey. The sky was overcast, but the first sun rays were already peaking through.

"They're gonna worry", you sighed.

The engine made this monotonous sound, a steady roaring in the silence. We had chosen the black pick-up truck they had offered at the car rental service. A big car in a big world. Perfect.

"Sure they'll worry, but you shouldn't. We just had to get out for a while. They'll understand", I said and looked at you for a few seconds before concentrating on driving again.

Your eyes told the truth. They always did. You said, you were worried, but at the same time you knew we had each other. We had our friendship, our interests, our stories. A lot we could always share.
There was nothing to worry about as long as we were together.
I told you that and in the corner of my eye I saw you smiling. It wasn't something you did very often, though I always said that it looked a whole lot better on you. Actually we both didn't smile very often, but there was no need for it in the first place.
Bad things had happened in both of our lives, painful things that had created bad memories and nightmares. That's why we had run away: To get away from all that, to take a break from all the pressure, from all the fear and to just forget everything for a while.

"I guess, you're right. You think they saw it coming?", you asked.

"Some might have noticed", I answered and shrugged. You remained silent.

"Where are we?", you then asked after a few seconds.

The funny thing was that most people couldn't follow our topic changes or just shook their heads when we stopped talking about something serious (just like now), but we didn't mind at all.

"Does that really matter?", I asked back.

"I guess not", you answered with a slight smile on your lips.

"This, my friend", I grinned. "is what we have dreamt of. The road to nowhere, our never-ending story, our great escape!"