Eleven
Gray
Ronan released my hand, and a cool breeze lifted the hair off my neck, bringing with it the salty, briny scent of the bay. The dark clouds that had been hovering in the night sky slithered away, giving us a peek at the quarter moon and a dusting of stars.
It was hard not to dream under a sky like that.
“Don’t you ever just want a normal kind of life?” I asked.
“Hmm.” Ronan’s voice was soft and alluring in the quiet darkness. “Kids and a minivan?”
“Why not?”
“Hate to break it to you, Desario, but I’m not normal. And neither are you.”
Ronan laughed, but a deep sadness clung to his features like a mask.
I thought of the Death card from this morning, considering it now with new understanding. Everything changed. Died. Was born again. Life didn't come with a guarantee—I’d l
