They peeled out of the driveway, but by then, the sun had set, and very few places were still open. The filled up the tank, got a few things to make for dinner, and then got back into the car. As they closed the doors, he looked over to his boyfriend, held his hand, and asked him. "What now?"
"Drive," he whispered, "and let the road guide us."
And so they drove. Not back to the university or to his boyfriend's. house, but to a cabin in the woods, for they had no family to turn to on a weekend so bitter and cold. It was a cabin that the boyfriend owned, and they had refurbished as a summer project to sell. But, for one weekend, it would become their sanctuary for privacy, conversation, and contemplation. They unpacked the car, made the bed, and started a meal for the two of them. Some hearty chicken, a few cobs of corn, and potatoes, all by a fire with some music.
As the night wore on, a couple glasses of wine had been poured, and suddenly, it was then, in the flickering lowlights, the music in the background, and the warmth of the fire, that they looked into each other's eyes and, for a moment, they were safe. Safe in each other's arms, with the unspoken passion that had changed the minds, the hearts, and the minds of man throughout the pendulum of time.
"Is it worth it," He asked, tears welling in his eyes and flowing down his neck, "losing your family, your safety net, even your sanity. Is losing all that worth this.
"Yes," he whispered, leaning into his ear with a coy smile. "Now, let's get some sleep, for tomorrow we go to church."