6.55 AM, 11th Jan
″Here,″ I told him, pressing the scrapbook to his chest. ″It′s all here. Christmas, New Year′s ... all our road trips, dates, and friends. You keep it.″
Nik seemed hesitant, but he clung to it as tight as his hand held mine. He remained silent for a long time, or for as long as one can afford to be in a situation like ours – and when he did speak, his voice was choked, tears brimming in his eyes. ″You′re sure you can′t stay?″
I faced him, thumbing over his cheek as the sun rose over Santa Monica Pier. ″Hey, I′ve got a few hours left. How about a couple of milkshakes?″
″You know,″ he said, tears falling faster than I could catch them now, ″I′ll come here every night, hoping to save you again.″
″I′ll miss you too,″ I replied, Adam′s apple pulsing against my sternum, pulling his baseball jacket tighter around me to brace for the cold breeze as we watched our last sunrise together.
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21: The Angel and The Angeleno
Short StoryB × B・In this tale of love and death, Nikhil helps Rafaél live a life of no regrets in just 21 days. Rafaél is an Icarus, the most recent from an ancient bloodline of ephemeral angels born of the ocean. On December 21st, 2021, he rose from the sea o...
