Adelaide

by Genevieve Wheeler

Rory was striking every chord, playing her heart like a fucking harp.

Even if I’m not the one who gets to marry you someday, I hope I can shake the hand of the man who does.

Adelaide and Rory were born three years and six days apart. He would turn twenty-nine on the twenty-seventh of January; she would be twenty-six on the second of February.

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Because if we knew, if we honestly knew the price of love was grief, we’d never do it.