I spend the night with Marcus, but it doesn’t feel quite the same after the talk I had with Cyrus. The inevitable thought of all our lives ending is gnawing at me from the back of my mind, making me unable to actually enjoy the moments with him.
It’s even worse the next morning. I barely speak to him. And he has enough of me before we even leave for breakfast. I’m standing in front of the open closet, trying to pick something to wear. But the truth is, I’m just staring into the wardrobe emptily, thinking.
I see an arm reach towards my clothes, pulling out something for me. I don’t register it at first, but then I follow it with my eyes, until my gaze eventually ends up on Marcus’s face. He’s staring at me in a serious way, waving the dress he just pulled out at my face.
“What’s wrong wi
