"Let’s just go," she said. "Before the sun rises and the world tries to tell us who we are again".

By dawn, they were miles away, two shadows lost in the light, content to be everything and nothing all at once.

Melis looked out the window at the passing trees, shadows against a deepening sky. She felt the fear creeping in—the fear that if they gave it a name, they would have to accept an ending. If they were a "relationship," they could "break up." If they were "forever," they could fail.

In that moment, she realized they were more real than a dream but more like a dream than reality. They were beautiful, messy, and undefined. She reached for his hand, choosing the uncertainty of the road over the safety of a label.