“Bel y—,” he started. Then he stopped and let out a breath, shaking his head.
“What? What were you going to say?”
“Nothing,” he said.
Then I reached across, and I took his hand and laced my fingers around his.
It felt like the most right thing I’d done in a long time.
I worried he’d let go, but he didn’t. We held hands like that the whole rest of the way home.
a couple of years later
When I used to picture forever, it was always with the same boy. In my dreams, my future was set. A sure thing.
This wasn’t the way I pictured it. Me, in a white dress in the pouring rain, running for the car. Him, running ahead of me and opening the passenger door.
“Are you sure?” he asks me.
“No,” I say, getting in.
The future is unclear. But it’s stil mine.
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