"Who the hell carries candy in their pockets everyday?"
"I do." I scoff, snatching the starbursts out of his hands.
"Alright, whatever." Noah chuckles. "We got to hurry. Ready, Sugar?"
"Don't call me that."
Life is made of fleeting moments-some tender, some heavy, all unforgettable. These short stories capture love, loss, memory, and the quiet weight of what lingers when words are left unsaid.