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“I can survive being away from you—even though I don’t want to—I won’t fucking survive losing you again. This isn’t the end of us.”

“Okay.” She lifts to her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my lips.

We stand there, using our lips to say everything we can’t put into words.

I don’t know how many people pass us or how long we stand there, but we kiss and kiss some more until both our mouths are rubbed raw.

A voice comes over the intercom, telling us that Mare’s flight will begin boarding soon.

“Rudy will be picking me up as soon as I land to go into meetings, but I promise to keep in touch.”

My forehead presses into hers. “Don’t worry about me. I can’t wait to hear all about what they think.”

“I love you,” Mare whispers. Tears now fall from her eyes. I wipe them away, wishing they weren’t there.

“I love you with everything that I am. We’ll make it through this, you hear me?”

She nods, rubbing her tear-soaked lips together. The sight of her crying makes my throat swell with emotion.

“I know we will.”

I grab her arm and walk her toward security. The line isn’t terrible so she should still have enough time to make it to her gate before they finish boarding.

“I love you, Goldie. Good—”

“Don’t say goodbye,” she says immediately. “I don’t want it to feel final.”

I nod, pulling her to me for one final kiss. “Hi,” I whisper against her lips.

She laughs, a sob coming from her throat right after. “Hi,” she responds back.

“I love you,” I repeat, making good on the promise I made to myself that I’d make sure she knew how much I loved her.

“The kind of love that lasts forever.”

“The kind of love that lastspastforever.”

I kiss her, letting the feeling of it brand into my mind forever. I don’t want to forget the way her lips feel against mine. I have to keep it in my head—in my heart—to hold onto until we’re together again.

“Until next time,” I say against her forehead.

“Until next time,” she repeats.

We share one last kiss before she reluctantly peels herself from me. Neither one of us look away from one another until she gets swallowed in the line of people waiting at security.

It hurts like a bitch to see her go. It already feels like a piece of myself is missing, but this time I have the luxury of knowing it won’t be long until we’re together again.

I know that this time, this won’t be the ending to our story.

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MARE - PRESENT

MARE

They love the idea.

CADE

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