in
his arms
Chapter 43
14. Swim with
dolphins.
As Anthony finished
another chapter, he sighed heavily, tossing the book to the sand.
He stretched his hands and placed them underneath his head. We
had been on the beach for over an hour reading that stupid book
we’d gotten addicted to. Anthony read it aloud until it
grew too dark to read.
So we laid together beneath the dark sky. The stars glimmered
endlessly in the black space, forever engraved in their
positions. As my eyes drifted around, grazing the heavens, I
murmured, “Do you believe in a God?”
His head rolled over so he was looking at me.
“What?”
“Do you believe in a God?” I repeated, sitting up.
“Like, do you believe in someone watching over
you?”
He turned his head again so he was looking at the sky. “I
don’t see how it matters.”
I played with the sand in my hands. “I guess it
doesn’t. I mean, I’d just like to know where
I’m going when I die.”
He pinched his eyes shut. “Kaitlyn,” he muttered.
“Stop,” I moaned.
“No, you stop,” he countered, quickly and
confidently.
“Anthony, this is a possibility. I could die. Nothing is
guaranteed. Three months from now, who knows? I could be six feet
beneath the ground.”
“Kaitlyn, we’re on our honeymoon. There’s a
time and—“
“Who knows how much time we have left?” I
interrupted. “You need to stop hiding behind your fears and
step out to face reality. I’m sick, Anthony. We’re
both sick. We are both potentially dead. It’s time you
start realizing that.”
“Shh,” he soothed gently, taking my hand in his. He
pulled me closer to him and into his chest, rubbing my back
smoothly. I rested my head on his chest while he pressed his lips
to my ear. “Another time, Kail,” he murmured.
“We’ll talk about this another time.”
We fell asleep like that together; his hand on my back and my
head on his chest with our toes buried in the cool sand.
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6. Sleep on a
beach.
I crossed another number
out while Anthony bit into an apple, standing across the kitchen
from me. “How much more do you have on that list,
anyways?” he asked, a mouth full of fruit.
I counted the number of bullets left uncrossed out.
“Seven.”
“Wow, we blew through that list,” he huffed.
“Read to me what you have left.”
I scanned the list quickly and decided mentally that I would not
tell him what Number 25 was for the sake of keeping him calm.
“Make the front page of a newspaper, read 100 books, take
horseback riding lessons…” He nodded while my eyes
skimmed the top part of the paper. “Huh,” I breathed,
smiling.
“What?”
“I could’ve crossed off Number One a long time
ago.”
“What’s Number One?”
My eyes were brought up to his as a smile crossed my lips.
“Meet the love of my life.”
Okso
I'll be posting 2 chapters a day for a while because I feel
like you guys just want this story to be over. Completely
understand.
& my grandparents live in a wicked rural part of NC. Like,
they live like Honey Boo Boo out there. Redneckland, I like to
call it. But honestly, I'm so happy to be home (:
Oh by the way there's only one chapter left of the honeymoon.
):
*I don't notify, please
don't ask.*
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iamaawesomedinosaurx3 · 1 decade ago
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love it! c: