“Go to Charleston,” he pleaded. “Swim in the ocean, take pictures, walk down the aisle in a white gown, and raise beautiful children who see you as the center of their universe. I want that for you. I need that for you.” Pain carved its way into his words as he tried in vain to keep the shudder out of his voice. “If you don’t go, I will…but I think you should. It’s what’s right. And I know you see that, too, even though it’s really fucking hard.”
Tears
