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A little while later, I head inside to ht a shit load of food, but I don’t want to touch it without asking, so I stick to what I bought: a pint of ice crea of chips

After eating enough so I’, I lie down for a nap, but since I haven’t really done anything, I’m not tired, so instead I just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, allowing my mind to wander When I can’t take it anyht When I open the luggage, a small box catches my eye I’m not sure why I packed it Maybe I was afraid if I left it at ho Ian there as well I open it up and sift through it—so froether Letters he wroteband One day when I was having a badinto the box so I wouldn’t have to see it I told ht out of mind Obviously that didn’t work

Clutching a photo of us laughing and s to my chest, the tears fall like a waterfall My heart aches for Ian, but I’ broken

My eyes flicker to the fireplace, and for a brief second I consider tossing it all into there Lighting it on fire, so I’m forced to move forward But then I coret that and there would be no way of getting any of it back

So, instead, I put the box back into le photo of us, climb back into bed and cry myself to sleep Tomorrow, I tell myself Tomorroill try harder to move on

“I’ll take that” Ryan co to ers, and flicks it toward the sand “And I’ll replace it with this” He sets a deliciously-s omelet that looks like it’s mixed with ham, cheese, mushrooms, and peppers, home fries, perfectly cooked, and sliced mixed fruit

Ryan disappears, then returns, juggling two glasses of orange juice in one hand and a plate of food for hilasses from him and set them on the table

“Shit, forgot the utensils,” he says, setting his plate down

He co me a fork and knife

“Wow, a man who can cook What else can you do?”

“S my joke

“Oh, that’s right” My eyes roll upward “I’ve heard all about your savior couess what? I don’t need to be saved What happened to the guy from yesterday who let me deal in peace?”