One warming evening in May, they went for a drive through the moonlit meadows just south of town. There was going to be a meteor shower that night.
They wanted to get as far away as possible from the lights of the town to watch the falling stars, to a place where they could be alone and no trees or buildings could block their view.
They found an open space, an alcove on the side of the road where they could pull over. They got out of the car, borrowed from her parents for the evening, coffees to-go in hand, and sat on the trunk, leaning against the rear windshield. They sat and waited, taking in the smell of wet grass and the sound of crickets.
It was almost midnight when the meteors began to streak across the sky. He held her hand close to his chest and she rested her head on his shoulder.
They stayed like that for hours, until the stars stopped falling from the sky and she felt cold.
They did this often. Sometimes it was a meteor shower, sometimes a late sunset. Sometimes it was ice cream instead of coffee. It was almost always at night.
Her friends didn't like him, his family didn't like her. They were star-crossed lovers, like Romeo and Juliet (the Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes version).
They wanted to get married, but she had to finish school first. He agreed, but secretly hoped that she would change her mind, that they would run away together one night and elope, leaving this life behind and starting over together. But while she was away, he would keep working at the warehouse, saving money and waiting for her to come home.