Can’t Say Goodbye

Lucky drives through the quiet streets, stealing glances at Daniella beside him. He notices that her look is very simple.

Her hair is tightly braided and tucked behind her ears as if trying to draw attention away from her face.

She wears an oversized hoodie that seems to envelop her slender frame.

There is no attempt to flatter her face or body.

Yet, her eyes, a startling blue, captivates him.

He loved hearing her speak and didn’t mind spending the rest of his night just listening to her talk about all the things on her mind. It surprises him that he was feeling this way about a stranger.

"Are you good?" Lucky asks, breaking the silence.

Daniella turns to him, offering a faint smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I am now," she replies softly.

Lucky's gaze flickers to her hands fidgeting in her lap, and he can sense she's holding back more than she lets on. "If you need to get some more things off your chest,I'm here," he offers sincerely.

She nods appreciatively and lean