Writing away the pain.
Sitting in the car, she looked around her. Lights surrounded her. Streetlights, head lights, Christmas lights…lights from beautiful, tall Victorian buildings, lights everywhere. There were warm, inviting lights from the large, show-glass windows of fancy restaurants, there were lights reflecting in the puddles forming on the road from the slight drizzle, there were lights blinking on the dashboard. Beyoncé was on the radio, singing Runnin’ Loose.
Everything was so beautiful. London was beautiful.
She looked away from the lights reflecting off the raindrops on the windscreen, and turned her gaze towards him. He was saying something about the traffic. They were going to the Emirates stadium to watch the game, and it seemed they weren’t the only ones. She smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy to be stuck in traffic.