His chest rose, swelling with that final missile. I wondered how long he’d kept it loaded and aimed. “Nina, we’re only eighteen. I think it best we part ways.” There was more. More about the nature of change, and how it creeps up on a person. He apologized and apologized until I was riddled with his reasons. I stared at the earth beneath his feet as he spoke and wondered why I could so easily move it, but I couldn’t move him.
