“There is nothing wrong
with you Eddie,” she said, “you are simply doing your best in a game that is
obviously rigged against you.”
“Jasmine,” I replied,
holding her hands close to my chest, “what happened to happy endings?”
She let go of my hand and crossed over the expansive room towards the window. It was 4am in the morning and the birds had started chirping. The sun, groggy from sleep, was turning up in the horizon casting an incandescent hue across the beach. The view was breath taking and Jasmine and I had survived the night watching the moon give up life for the sun.
“Eddie,” she started, her
back against mine, “I don’t like quite endings. I hate happy endings. Give me
cheers or tears or parties of fuck you’s. Please not the slow fade.”
I walked over to her,
hugged her from behind as we watched the waves of the ocean kiss the sand in a
careless whisper.
It’s been two years since
I last saw Jasmine, but it feels like just yesterday when we parted.
-fin
