I take a step forward and swallow my nerves. Jonah turns to regard me with a raised eyebrow. I feel the word rising inside me-an emotion about to erupt. I haven’t given him an answer yet, too afraid to leap. Who knows when I’ll see him again? He flew here to tell me in person that he’s been miserable these past two months since I left Alaska, that he doesn’t want to be a carbon copy of my father-spending his life pining over my mother-that he wants to find an “us” that will work. In seconds, Jonah is going to be out of sight, gone. On the other side is his fourteen-hour flight home. I watch him hand his documents to the agent at the US-bound entry gate, who spends all of one second reviewing them before waving him toward the glass security doors. ![]() He takes a deep breath and turns away, his carry-on slung over one broad shoulder, his boarding pass and passport dangling from between two pinched fingers. I still haven’t grown accustomed to seeing him without a beard, though I’ll admit I’ve enjoyed admiring that chiseled jawline and those dimples. The Uber driver shuttling me home after this parting will have the privilege of a sobbing mess in their backseat.Īn unreadable look flashes across Jonah’s icy blue eyes. A bliss-filled blur that I’m not ready to let go of yet. The past four days with Jonah in Toronto have been a blur. ![]() I can’t manage words around the flaring lump in my throat, and so I simply nod. “So … I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”
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