Resting Scrooge Face

by Meghan Quinn

“What?” she responds. “That’s what you’re going to say to me? What?” No, what I really want to say is how beautiful you are. How I’ve missed staring into your eyes. Or hearing your laugh.

“Are you really this agreeable all the time? I remember you being less cranky.” “Ooooh, bad move,” Arden says. Her brows lift in surprise. “Yeah, well, I remember you being a touch more charming, but here we are.” “He was more charming, wasn’t he?” Arden adds.

“Even during our time apart, even when our hearts were both shattered, it’s always been you. Always and forever.”

This is my girl. The one I’ve been waiting for. And sure, it might have taken a few years and some letters delivered by a friend, but we’re here, in each other’s arms, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.