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Chapter 58 - Spring

John

Spring.

The air was warm and robust, pushing against our faces as we walked to and from classes. Jackets were stored in closets, rain faded in and out of the sky with vigor, and green. So much green, that I thought that the earth was trying to make up for the bleak, colorless winter by gorging our eyes on its vibrance.

Spring was here.

And with it, graduation.

The last days of school were whirlwinds of colorful robes and tassels, full of longing and hope and the question of what's next just on the horizon. Alex and I loved it. We spent every available minute out on our terrace, soaking in the sun while we could. We would exchange looks in the silence for a moment, then look back at the sky.

Such a big, big world, I would think to myself. We'll make it ours.

Eventually our day would come, we knew. We would get our caps and robes and tassels and important pieces of paper. We would hang them on the walls or set them on the mantle or the shelf and let them collect dust as we went about our lives, completely content.

Even then, we were content. We were content to sit and stare at the sky.

Such a big, big world.

Eventually we would leave this college, I knew. And when that happened, we would make the most of whatever happened next. No, we were not perfect in every aspect of the word, but no one was. Not even God, if there is one, is truly perfect. He created Lucifer the way he was. He knew he would fall someday, and yet he let him. No one is perfect.

But damn, if it didn't feel like those moments were.

Eventually we would get jobs and earn money and live our lives with children. Or maybe not. Maybe we'd get cats or dogs instead. Maybe we'd end up living with our friends in a house in California or Washington or Michigan or Texas. Maybe we'd end up moving to Norway or England or Ireland or Scotland or Germany. Maybe we'd stay right here, in this tiny apartment in Manhattan in New York City. Maybe.

Just maybe.

But in those moments, I didn't care where we'd end up. I just cared about staying next to my Alexander.

Because no matter what, he was where home was.