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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. ):
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