Opposite of Always

by Justin A. Reynolds

I joke that my parents were prophets when they named me Jack Ellison King. Jack of all. King of none.

“That,” she says. “Because of that.” “What’s that?” “The way you look at me. Like you’ve been doing it our whole lives.”

“How do you feel about high school proms?”

The only thing worse than losing someone you love is losing them again.