It's after eleven when Miller and I leave Aleah and Dae at the bar. Dae is a little drunk by then, giggling into her beer glass while Aleah whispers in her ear. I glance over my shoulder, see them kissing and blush, but not because of their open affection, or the fact they are gay.
But because seeing them so intimate makes me think about Miller.
We reach the fresh air of the street and I stretch up onto my tiptoes, feeling myself expand outward as my happiness finally surges through me, releasing the last of my fear. As long as I keep telling myself it's a small theater, the people in the audience are just that-people-I know I'm going to be okay.
Miller turns me in a circle, dips me carefully while a few passing pedestrians applaud and laugh, our particular magic infecting them with smi
