“I figured you could use them,” he said. “You know. For one of two purposes.” I raised a brow, heart pounding. “Which are?” “Well, either you can use them for my ashes,” he deadpanned, “because I’ll die inside without you.” A few people gasped again. One lady went “Aww.” “Or,” he continued, lifting the smaller urn and tugging a bunch of wildflowers from inside, “you can keep these in it. Because I want you in my life, Maggie. Like I need oxygen. I’m not breathing right without you.”
