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Chapter 27

Guy

My hat was pulled low. Kitty wore a hat, too, covering our splotchy faces as much as we could. We stayed up the whole night, just holding each other, crying, kissing, touching, being together one last time.

I tried everything I could. I begged. I told her she could work on her writing while I supported her, that she didn’t have to throw her whole dream away. Still, I knew that wasn’t enough. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she tried the big dream.

I begged more. I told her I couldn’t live without her, because I really wasn’t sure if I could. It’s real that people die of broken hearts, right?

I begged her to choose me.

In the end, she couldn’t agree to stay. I had to accept it. I got us a ride to the airport because there was no fucking way I could drive safely.

“This isn’t the last time,” I whispered in her ear through my tears. If someone recognized me, it was just too fucking bad. I couldn’t say goodbye to her in the parking lot.

“What if it is? You’ll find someone else,” she cried, her arms snug around my shoulders.

“I won’t. I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes,” I sobbed. “I will, Kitty. I’ll wait until the day I die.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Guy,” she hiccuped.

“Okay, maybe I’ll fuck someone else, but I won’t love anyone else,” I half-joked.

“That’s more realistic,” she said, pulling back with a sad smile and rubbing her thumbs over my cheeks. I held her face in my hands, needing her eyes so she could feel what I was saying down to the core of her being.

“Kitty, I will always love you. I will never stop,” I forced out. “No matter where you are, I will be loving you.”

She nodded, crying all over again. “You’ll always be the one, Guy. I’ll never stop loving you.”

Always. Never. We were both.

And then we were nothing.

Part 4: The Ghost