Remember Us This Way

by Sheridan Anne

I feel like I’m home. Like the other half of my soul has finally returned to set me free, and it’s the most phenomenal feeling in the world. It’s enchanting, magical, and undeniably breathtaking.

“Just . . . When you finally realize that you deserve to be happy, come back to me.”

“What’s the matter?” I tease, nudging Noah. “You don’t want to talk about me?” Noah scoffs. “Baby, I talk about you every fucking chance I get.”

“Damn straight, you can, Zozo. You’re a fighter, and I’m not nearly done with you yet.”