Page 141 of Get Over It, April Evans

April grinned, even though Daphne couldn’t see her. After dinner, April had asked Daphne to go for a walk and had promptly slipped a blindfold over her eyes the second they were outside. Daphne, very much used to April’s quirks by this point, had simply laughed and let herself be led into the woods, though they could be walking down the side of I-93 for all she knew.

Finally, the path broadened and opened into a small circular clearing, a spot April always thought of as a kind of fairy ring when she was small. Over the years, through hopes and heartbreaks, the clearing had lost its magic for her, this spot in particular, and she was ready to change that.

She was ready to believe in magic again.

“Okay, we’re here,” she said, pulling Daphne to a stop in front of her. She lifted the blindfold gently, and Daphne blinked even though the light was already dim, nothing but a purple-white glow from the moon.

Daphne looked around, and it took her a second or two, but realization finally broke over her expression.

“Moon Lovers Trail,” she said, her voice soft and whispered. Her eyes snapped back to April’s. “You brought me back to Moon Lovers Trail.”

“I did,” April said, sliding her gloved hands around Daphne’s waist. “Before we left, I wanted a do-over.”

“A do-over?”

April nodded. “This is the first place we kissed, and I feel so different now. I feel softer and braver and more like myself, and I wanted to kiss you on this trail under a full moon on purpose. Just as we are right now.”

Daphne looped her arms over April’s shoulders. “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?” April asked, pressing closer so that their noses bumped. “Even though it means we might live happily ever after?”

“Especially because it means we might live happily ever after.”

April smiled, and their mouths were a breath apart when she pulled back a fraction. “First, we should draw a tarot card.”

She reached into her coat and pulled out her favorite tarot deck, which she’d slipped into her pocket after dinner, the wheels of her plan already spinning in her head. She held out the deck between them carefully, and in the middle of the stack of cards, she’d placed a folded piece of paper. The edges stuck out of the deck, clearly torn from a sketchbook or notebook.

Daphne frowned at her, but April said nothing, simply liftedher brows, hoping Daphne would go for the obvious choice. Just as she hoped, Daphne wiggled the piece of paper carefully from the deck in April’s hands, then held it up between them.

“Is this my card?” she asked.

“You pulled it,” April said, shrugging. “It must be.”

Daphne grinned as she unfolded the paper carefully, as though it might turn to ash in her hand. Once it was fully unfurled, her eyes roamed the image on the paper, her mouth dropping open a little when she realized what she was looking at.

It was the tarot card sketch of the two of them in the lake at Mirror Cove that April had drawn back in the summer. Their hair was wet, April’s tattoos on full display, Daphne’s fingertips just grazing April’s face, their lips close in a near kiss.

The Lovers.

April had torn the drawing out of her sketchbook that night, but she’d found it tucked in the back pocket a few weeks ago, and she knew this was the exact image she wanted to use for the Lovers card in her tarot deck. She’d reworked every other Major Arcana so that she wasn’t the main character, but this one…this was hers and Daphne’s.

Their journey.

And she wanted to share it with the world.

But first, she wanted to share it with Daphne.

“It’s us,” Daphne said, her voice trembling with emotion.

“It’s us,” April said, then explained how she wanted this card to be a part of her deck.

“I think it’s perfect,” Daphne said. “I think you’re perfect.”

April laughed. “Perfect for you, maybe.”

“Exactly,” Daphne said, then took April’s face in her hand, the paper crinkling between her fingers. “Kiss me, April Evans.”

And so, Aprildid.