I sat on the ledge, smiling. It was dawn, and I was sitting on the edge of the brick wall on top of the volcano. I was thinking of all the times I had with Jack, from when I first met him six years ago.
I thought of the very first time I'd kissed him. I could still remember the bishie sparkle, which had only grown stronger every year I'd loved him. My heart had grown bigger that day because of it. It was magical, and the world seemed a thousand times better. Nothing had mattered. Not even death.
I remember some time after that, Dad joked that I had a crush on him. How true that would turn out. You'd be amazed at how well he took to me and Jack dating.
There was that one time we hung out in my truck. It was 1 am, and we kissed for a very long time. It was 5 am when we got back. Jack was grounded for a week.
And then there was our very first fight. That was some time after I turned fourteen. It was over whether or not we were in love. We slammed at doors and broke an awful lot of stuff.
I think back then, Mom knew that I had a crush on Jack, or at least thought I did. I knew that through her asking me. She'd approached me and asked me if me and Jack fought over love. I was so adamant it wasn't love that I asked her why she even said that.
I remember talking to Jack a thousand days after our first kiss. He'd kissed me again because he loved me. And I let him because I loved him back. It was even more magical than I thought it would be. I expected it to be awkward after not kissing for a thousand days.
It was after that I knew that all I needed was my family, my friends, and Jack. That was everything that was important.
I remember learning that we couldn't trust Jon, the security guard we hired to protect us from Morty Reese when in fact he was actually working for us. He'd even planted bugs in our rooms to get information about us.
It was how Mom and Dad found out about me and Jack kissing each other two years earlier. I can remember it as the worst fight I'd ever had with my parents. It'd been months before we could trust each other. Even today, I think they still don't trust me with Jack.
I looked at the sunrise again. I thought of our future.
Would Jack ask me to marry him? If he did, when would it be? Would it last? Would we have children? What would we name our first child? Would it be a boy or girl? Or both?
I don't know. Only time will tell.