Silence on the Highway

The highway was empty; some would even say deserted, but he could live with that; he could associate with the silence, having spent most of his life in awkward silences like this one; silences only punctuated by polite coughs, or in this case, gentle revving noises echoing from the car exhausts; he enjoyed being responsible for destroying the silence, the silence that had been plaguing hum for twenty years; the silence that he, at one point, was causing, back when he was shy, but when he thought, he realized somewhere deep down, that silence has always been his favourite place.