There's a Possibility

In that moment, when our eyes meet through seperate screens, and even though there's miles between us I feel like she's close enough to touch, to brush away that stray tendril of silky blond hair as I've done a thousand times.

She's not.

Tears spill down my face as hers twists into a pathetically wan smile. I choke down sobs as she speaks the words that we've never had to before. "I love you,"

And in that moment, I swear, I saw our whole future - the whole future that we could never have, because of what we both knew was going to happen next.

I saw us going on real dates, holding hands. I saw her in a dress, earings dangling, necklace sparkling, ready for prom. I saw dancing with her for longer than two hours, no worries, no fear. I saw getting down on bended knee. I saw her nod, I saw tears of joy, so unlike the tears that fog my vision now. I saw a white wedding dress and a black tux and cake. I saw a white picket fence and white washed walls and little white dog ... and then it faded.

Her blue eyes closed for the last time.

"The Beginning", book 54

Title from Lykke Li's "Possibility"

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