Synopsis:
Pen and I are lounging under a big white umbrella. I am curled up
with my head on his chest. His heartbeat is steady and slow, his
breathing shallow. He is asleep. I pinch his arm playfully. “You’re going
to miss it.”
He takes a deep breath and chuckles. “I’m awake. And I’ve seen my
share of sunsets.”
I turn my head and rest my chin on his chest. His eyes are still
closed. “You’re a grouch, you know that?”
He opens one eye and stares at me. “You know I’m going to find
you. You don’t need to do this.”
My throat burns with emotion. “Yes, I do. You might not make it in
time.”
Both his eyes open and stare blankly up at the umbrella. He is
angry. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare.