Quinceanera B

For the remainder of the four-hour journey, silence ensued, bringing with it a ponderous load.

It was the kind of quietness that descends, following the accidental crash of a glass object after being tossed around to taunt a peer, only this time both participating persons each had that glass and broke it in fault of each other; ultimately burdened by their irreversible mistakes.

The daunting calm from the realization of how greatly one has screwed up… the one that challenges everything you think you know, igniting an internal battle between reason and self-betrayal. This soundless lull held a tight grip on both Isadora's and Vincent's minds.

Still, both failed to address it… unable to believe their own deeds for fear of breaking the last rein on their carnal cravings and lingering desire, threatening to snap.

Admitting it made it real… that reality was never meant to exist.

Desperately in need of a distraction, Isadora rested her head against the window, consciously peeking into the