Last Light

by Claire Kent

“Sing it again.” I’m surprised by his blunt words, and my eyes fly over to his face again. His expression is unreadable, but he’s meeting my gaze now. “Sing it again,” he says, his tone gentling to almost a plea.

Travis grunts. I’m not sure why I would expect anything else.

I’m not aware of humming. I do it unconsciously. But I realize it when I catch Travis staring at me. “What?” I ask. “Nothin’. Just… you’re somethin’ else.” I’m not actually sure what he’s talking about, but I can see from his face that it’s a compliment. I smile at him, and he almost smiles back.

I’ll hold on to him tonight. And I’ll let him go tomorrow.

He doesn’t hang around talking to me, and I can hardly blame him. He doesn’t want everyone to think we’re a couple. I’ve got to do better today. I’m not going to be clingy or needy. Travis isn’t mine, so I have to make sure not to act like he is.