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When we break apart I look at him for a long moment.
And then I notice where we are.
Really notice.
The daisies.
All around us.
Every color.
Completely indifferent.
Full of life.
Life.
Death.
I haven’t been out here since she died.
I didn’t realize.
I didn’t even know I’d been avoiding it.
The tightening starts.
Low in my chest.
All I see is her.
Her hands in the soil.
Her pride in every bloom.
Her third love, she always said.
After me and my dad.
And I’ve been out here laughing.
I’ve been so happy.
So consumed with getting everything I’ve always wanted —
I forgot.
Just for a little while.
I forgot.
• • •
“Ro.” His hand on my back. “Baby. Breathe.”
I can’t.
