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Britta didn't mention his declaration of love (his first; typical Winger) until they had crossed the Colorado border. "What did you mean," she asked carefully, "when you said you were in love with me?" She was behind the wheel, checking the mirrors every few minutes; she still wasn't used to driving something so big.
"Pretty self-explanatory," he said.
She graduated two semesters after he did; he took her to dinner to celebrate and she didn't realize until his hand was on her knee that it might have been something of a date. He kissed her goodnight almost awkwardly and she couldn't help but laugh at him as he started to walk back to his car. "You can come in," she called. "If you want."
There was never a discussion, but there almost didn't need to be. It was what it was between the two of them, messy and undefined and slow. Britta liked it that way.
"When did that happen?"
He shrugged. "Like a hundred years ago. What's the big deal?"
She smiled to herself and shook her head. "No big deal. You know--"
"Yup."
"Okay."
She's forty by the time they make it to Alaska and he buys her a Hostess cupcake and sticks a candle in it. "Welcome to the end," he says jokingly, laugh lines prominent against his eyes. She breaks the cupcake in half and shoves part of it into his face, like they do at weddings. They'll never get married.
They sit on the bumper of the RV all night and watch the sky, purple and blue and green. She rests her head on his shoulder and she inhales and exhales the cold air. He wraps his arm around her and they share body heat.
"Pretty," he remarks every so often, the same compliment to the sky over and over again.
"Yeah," she agrees.
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Everything is great but this one line in particular just got to me. I love that this is their future and that they're so comfortable with it and each other.
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