Page 127 of Fly Back to Me
Olivia.
Olivia.
With Olivia, there is no threshold for living. The limit isn’t the sky, but instead, stretches above the clouds.
To the stars.
It’s impossible to describe how irrevocably in love with her I am. And as my gaze continues to bore into my scar, I see all the reasons I wear it. Just as much as Olivia has left a mark on the outside, she’s left a permanent one on the inside.
Olivia is my forever.
I return my eyes to Kayla, and even though I know why she’s sympathetic, it doesn’t make an ounce of sense to me.
What happened to me brought the most beautiful woman into my world, and for that, there’s not a single piece of torn skin I’d trade.
I’m already restored.
“Don’t be,” I confess. “I’m not.”
A stroke of warmth sweeps over the side of my body, my skin humming as I lift my head. My eyes carefully scan over the sea of bodies around the bar, only to land on the glass entrance.
She swings the door open, her black thigh-high boots kissing the finished concrete. Her soft curls fall over her shoulders, cascading down the long sleeves of her short white dress.
My breath tangles as my gaze drags over her, the flowy hemline of her garment pitching a tent in my stomach. Not because she looks undeniably gorgeous, but because she lookslikeher.
The woman I imagined when I first read her letter. When I received that feather.
An angel on earth.
Muffled conversations drown out. Movements of patrons and employees distort, blurring until my attention is channeled to one single person.
There they are.
Those stunning mint eyes glitter under the light fixtures.
We both stare through slightly parted lips, settling on each other’s faces. Making sure we haven’t changed. Making sure our love hasn’t faltered a beat.
Olivia’s lips curl up as she tucks her hair behind one ear, revealing the Black-Eyed Susan I left for her. Somehow, I know this is her way of telling me she’s stronger than she was yesterday.
Something is different.
I hold up a finger, and she nods her head as she remains idled in place.
“I actually have to go, but thanks for stopping in again,” I tell Kayla before exiting the bar.
She smiles in assurance, her head following my path. “I’m sure we’ll be here more.”
I toss a small grin before walking the straight path to Olivia. This time, it’s so easy to get to her. No tangled roads or surprise turns.
Just a route and a destination.
“Hey,” she says softly.
God, I’ve missed that voice.
“Hey,” I answer, burying my hands in my jeans pockets. “I take it you went to go get coffee.”
She smirks. “And a cinnamon bun.”
