Chapter 93. From Three Years Ago

The decision to look up or not keeps haunting me. I don’t want to look up for fear that I may jam gazes with Christopher, but I also want to see him for the last time. After all, in his words, we may not see for a very long time.

I finally look up to see him running, and then that’s when I recognize the loud noise of his chopper. The bird’s coming from the direction of our house, flying by over my head and moving to Christopher’s direction in chase of its owner.

It passes Christopher, anyway, probably to land at a clear spot, so now it’s the latter chasing the helicopter.

“He should be fine,” I mumble in a croaky voice. “Yeah. He would.”

His heart may be broken, but I’m very certain that in his travels he’d find a better person than me to fix it perfectly for him; someone who may even be much much better than me.

I keep watching Christopher running as he grows farther and farther, becoming so small in the eyes to the point I can’t see him again due t