39. Macy

Chapter 39

Macy

" W rite me a story," Grayson said once before.

Sitting before a bright screen, I clutch the locket resting above my heart. The one Grayson gave to me that once belonged to his mother. I'm honored to wear her jewelry, and the bracelet his twin made for me. I glance at the purple and teal beads adorning my wrist.

My fingers hover above the keyboard, and then, like magic, words spring to life on the page. I write a story of a young boy who lost everything, who survived by watching the sun through his bedroom window. Whose heart extended beyond the walls of his room and reached toward a girl he would find again as a man.

The Universe, or God, or destiny, whatever you want to call it, pushed in on them from all sides, leaving them no choice but to physically run into the other. That bubbly girl, whose life was a mess of tangled knots, would mistake the burning beneath her skin for hatred toward him the second time they met, assuming he was a mere stranger and not the person she once loved. But the broken boy inspired the angry girl to dance again, and without knowing it, every time he earned the sound of her laughter, a piece of his heart mended together.

A year later, seconds until midnight, the healed man turns to her, his stomach in knots. Fireworks explode in her eyes, reflecting off the midnight sky.

"Happy New Year!" she exclaims, finally meeting his tear-stained gaze.

Her eyes drop to the velvet jewelry box in his hand. With the sand beneath her bottom and his warm breath trickling against her ear, she clings on to every word he whispers.

Weeks later, beneath the stars, they speak their vows, with only their closest friends and a husky to witness. After sharing their first kiss as husband and wife, he says to no one in particular, "I'll have her pretty words filling the silence for the rest of our lives."

As if there's an audience among the constellations, five shooting stars flash across the midnight sky, but one burns bolder than the rest, as though the bright and fiery thing is the most eager for this union.