Page 67 of Lily, Unwritten

“I was lost before you

As I stand here now

Know that you are more than my soulmate

You’re my equal half

We are remnants of the same star

A star that burst into beautiful shards

So very long ago

But now, Lily, that stardust has pulled us back together

Completing the perfect puzzle that is us

We found each other

And nothing in the universe can pull us apart again

I want to get drunk

And chase storms together

Not know where we wake up

Be best friends and lovers

Fall over in the snow

Cook food, make a home

I want to laugh until we cry

And cry until we laugh

I want everything to be you.”

I buried my head in his chest, embarrassed by how much I cried. He stroked my back and kissed my head until I was in control. The same amazing way he always had, not in a rush, letting me deal with every emotion the exact way I needed to, for as long as I needed to.

“Please say you know that off by heart because I need it in a frame.” I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

“We’ll both remember every word,” he reassured me before he placed a finger over my lips. “I don’t need you to say anything else, I just need you to answer this next question.”

I took a tiny step back from him; the warm sand settled between my toes. I wanted to focus on his face, to live in this moment.

“What’s your name?” he asked, with utter sincerity. I was confused for the briefest of moments before I burst into happy laughter and jumped up into his arms. We twirled around in the sand, our arms holding each other, my legs wrapped around him, our lips pressed together, before I answered.

“Lily Adamson.”

“Good answer, wife,” he grinned, pure joy on his face, before laying me down in the sand. The deserted beach became our bed for the night. We lay there, still smiling as the sun rose with the dawn. The first morning of the rest of forever.

Epilogue

Zack

I sat at the bar and sighed with frustration as I glanced at my phone for the hundredth time. Today was Lily’s thirtieth birthday. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing, who she was with. Nine months had passed since the split. Despite everything, I hoped she was having a better birthday than mine had been. She could be anywhere, with anyone, it wasn’t even worth thinking about. The past was the past, at least that’s what I told myself.

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