The world was big, and they were small, but for those three minutes under the rising moon, they were the masters of everything.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in strokes of apricot and violet, a beat-up truck pulled in. Out tumbled a group of teenagers, their limbs long and tan, wearing thrift-store denim and radiating that specific, terrifying energy of being young and immortal. Lana Del Rey - Love
Lana smiled, a slow, knowing curve of the lips. She saw it in the way the boy with the camera looked at the girl with the messy braids. It was that "look"—the one that says the world might be ending tomorrow, but tonight, they are the only two people who have ever truly existed. The world was big, and they were small,