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Burning bright

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After a while

Cade tells me

he’ll be right back.

I’m now

officially freezing,

so I wrap the blanket

around me.

He returns,

carrying twigs

and branches.

Bending down,

he blows on

the embers,

making them glow

brighter until

eventually

tiny flames dance.

I watch, amazed,

as he uses small twigs

at first, causing the flames

to reach higher and higher.

As the fire grows,

so does the size

of the firewood he uses.

I think back

to Passages of the Deep,

how we envied

the confidence

we saw there.

I feel it here.

 

Have we really changed

that much in twelve hours?

Cade sits down.

Kisses me again.

And I know we have.

don’t you know?

 

“What’d you wish for, angel?” he asks.

Angel?

Is that my heart

f l u t t e r i n g

inside my chest?

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“If you tell me, maybe I can make sure it does.”

I look at him.

He makes me so

happy.

Like playing my

 

favorite songs

 

in front of a

 

million people

 

happy.

 

So I tell him.

“I wished I could stay here with you.”

 

Smoke and mirrors

 

He doesn’t answer.

The fire crackles and pops,

filling in the silence.

Smoke blows toward us.

“Smoke follows beauty,” he says.

“Well, that wouldn’t be me.

You and your song, though.

That’s beautiful.”

“You liked it?”

I kiss him.

“Yeah. I liked it.”

“Amber?”

Oh, God.

The way he says it.

It’s like bad news is coming.

Don’t say it.

Don’t tell me I can’t stay.

Don’t be like them,

thinking you know

what’s best for me.

Please.

Don’t be like them.

“What?”

“You are beautiful.”

Let chance decide

 

The fire

and Cade’s arms

keep me warm.

I love the warmth.

 

“Think your family is worried?” he asks.

“It’s getting late.”

“I was supposed to stay at a hotel.”

“Change of plans?” he asks,

trying to sound casual when

we both know it’s not

a casual question at all.

“You could say that.”

“Good. I want you here.”

Silence settles around us.

But then I push it away,

wanting him to know

there’s more to my wish

than what I told him.

“Cade, I don’t want to go.

I mean, at all.

Heads, I stay.

Tails, I go?”

I surrender

 

It’s true.

My wish for

one day

has turned into

a wish

for many days

like this one.

 

For months

my life has been

one giant game

of tug-of-war.

I’m tired of the

pulling.

I need to let go,

to breathe, to remember

what life is about.

And it’s about days

like this one.

 

Is it really so wrong

to want to start over,

to build a life

where every day

I wake up

and have a beautiful day

like this one?

 


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