How to Honeymoon Alone

by Olivia Hayle

“To honeymooning alone,” I say. He shakes his head like he can’t believe I just said that, but touches his glass to mine. “To honeymooning alone.”

You have your own relationship, I’d said carefully to Becky. I don’t want you to feel like you have to— Becky had cut me off right then and there. Someone who’ll sleep with their best friend’s fiancé is not a friend I want.

Happy place. This is my goddamn happy place and my dream vacation.

—liked it far too much.”

We all have our flaws.” “I’m pretty sure you have none,”

“I’m pleasantly distracted.” Oh. I take a long sip of my planter’s punch to avoid answering, only to get spice right up my nose. I burst out coughing. Across the table, Phillip pushes a glass of water my way.

“I know,” he says, and it sounds like he truly does. “That’s the most devastating thing you can give him. Your happiness.”