My teeth rattle and my chest hums as I remain rigid on the bed, everything inside me wanting to tear my gaze away from the look in her eyes. I see more life and vitality in those eyes than I’ve felt inside my soul in the last twenty-two years combined. I’m envious of such a sentiment. I want to reach out and touch it…steal a part of it for myself. But I don’t move. I finally dip my chin to my chest and listen as her footsteps walking out of the bedroom. Sydney is gone, but she leaves a little spark behind. I suppose she always has.
