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The End Where We Begin
Beyond Yonder — No3 (Micro)
The beach house was where we were supposed to make memories to hold for a lifetime.
But you had brought the laptop with you — why couldn’t you unplug for one single weekend? — and I was out with our friends on the patio while you sat in one of the guest rooms that doubled as an office. I poured glasses of peach sangria I had made while Emma and Tanya laughed over the stupid jokes Tom and Harry were making. I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway at how silly they were.
It was a far cry from how you made me feel most days.
Gone were all those moments when you had made me laugh like no other. We had leaned into each other’s space, giddy on how we made each other feel, till there was no room left to deny a stroke of your lips against mine.
It had been so easy — once upon a time, anyway.
Then you had gotten the big tech job. I didn’t even know what you did most days, just that you were overseeing projects that might revolutionize the world as we knew it. Or maybe I had just put you on a pedestal. It was hard to say.
But the truth? You were the most brilliant person I had ever met.
You probably didn’t remember, but there had been so many nights where we had just sat back in bed as you talked…
