The last two videos were of the last day in Vegas, apparently. One I had set up her phone against the car I had rented, the same convertible that she was standing in with the photo I had taken of her. The sun was dipping low and she was leaning against the railing somewhere out further in the desert to where you could see the lights of Vegas far off in the background.
“You know, these past few days have showed me there are still parts of Vegas that aren’t the gross seedy underbelly of the strip.”
She turned back and smiled, a smile that threw my heart for a loop. I walked back in to the frame and I took her hands.
“I can’t lose you, Evie. I feel like the moment I let you go, you will disappear out of my life and I can’t let that happen. No matter what my parents think or what the world
