w, silent, inevitable sunlight. One minute, he was her partner in all things chaotic and imagina
odbye. Just the achi
se. The years since then had been a blur of change, new cities, new schools, failed romances, but p
w she'
other's rusted old Volvo, parked in
rough memory lane, just long enough to clear her head after a soul-su
the shop called to her
e folds in on itself. Her boots creak on the wooden floor as she takes a few h
he see
th
up, ink snaking up his forearm. He's still got that same thoughtful tilt to
fore she can stop herself,
, familiar eyes-widen as they land on her. Fo
s softly, almo
t tighten
ush of old stories and old memories,
ty flickering in his gaze. "I t
ays. "Life had
ching someone hold back a
ies, not trusting h
gestures toward the old reading nook in the b
tutters. He
e tugging at her lips.
its walls-one pouring tea, the other wondering what