"pink or blue?"
"pink, please!"
phil handed her the bag of candy floss, pulling a piece off for himself. "so, what next?"
elodie spun in a circle, appraising their surroundings. there was a massive ferris wheel that sparkled in the sunlight that caught her eye especially.
"there!" she pointed, smiling wide.
"really? you're not scared of heights?"
she shrugged. "don't know. i've never been up that high."
phil bought them two tickets and helped her into the creaky car. by the time they almost to the top, elodie was teeming with so much nervous excitement that she barely felt phil's hand wrap around hers.
from the top of that wheel, she could see the whole city. all the people and the lights and the colors and life. everywhere she looked, in every possible way.
is this what it's always been like? she wonders. she didn't remember everything feeling this magical before she became sick. maybe that's what the promise of death did to you: made you realize just how incredible everything was right before you had to let it all go.
"hey," phil said softly.
elodie turned her head, meeting his eyes. there were so many things she wanted - no, things she needed - to say to him. but in that moment, words just didn't seem to be enough.
her heart broke into a million pieces and glued itself right back together when phil's lips met hers.
