“Don’t be daft,” he says into her hair. “No matter how far I go, I’m still your person. We stand together now. We are together now, aren’t we?” “Are we?” she asks. He kisses her forehead, and her cheek. He kisses her shoulder, still too nervous to kiss her properly, and that is her fault. Then he gently removes her arms and turns to walk away. “Billy!” she calls out, and he stops. “Why did you choose me? Instead of one of my sisters?” “Because I saw you first,” he says, and winks. “I’ll be back soon. But . . . just in case I die, I want you to remember that you could have kissed me that day in
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