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But none of us would

She'd have chosen a short number of blissful years over fifty years of mediocre ones

I would make the same choice

But would Romy?

That was the question

And it seemed far too soon to demand those kinds of answers

For all I knew, all this was to her was a fling, a way to pass the time, a little anxiety relief in a stressful time

Maybe she had no intentions of considering soardless of how much I wanted that

"Fuck," I sighed, pushing off the railing, turning away from the water

It had been a long day

And there was a lot to think about

r />But I didn't want to think

I wanted to go home

I wanted to pull Roainst me, and lose myself in her for a couple of hours

I wanted to be a selfish bastard for a little while longer, to take her time, to have her by my side