Pack Up the Moon

by Kristan Higgins

Desire, attraction, affection, lust . . . and love, that golden light that seemed to wrap around the two of them, shielding them from the outside world.

Given the choice, she’d pick his life over hers. Any day, every day. If one of them had to die, it should be her, because he was such a gift to the entire world. He was. He was everything.

He would never find anyone like her again. He would never try. Once you’d had a love like that, it would be futile to try to replicate it. Everything else would be a hollow imitation.

“Oh, honey. I wish we’d been friends when you were little. I would’ve punched anyone who made you feel bad.”

She would take such good care of him. He was so pure, and she would make a beautiful life with him. For him. Because of him.

She had seen how a real man should treat a woman. She didn’t want anything less.