The Perfect Fantasy
My sword was gone, I realized too late. I’d forgotten it in the territory change. But then, it wasn’t as if I’d truly planned to use it.
“Joshua…” I started.
This was it, our last chance to come to some kind of understanding.
“Are you going to ask if it’s true?” he asked.
That wasn’t the single, critical thing I needed to ask him, but I asked anyway. “Is it?”
“I don’t know.” He ran his fingers frantically through his hair. “I’m remembering bits and pieces. I don’t remember if I did those things to them, but I know that I lost them. I lost them all, but none of them were you.” He reached across the table to clasp my fingers. “That’s what I know. You’re the one I don’t lose, right?”
“Joshua,” I took a breath, which did nothing to calm me, and forced the question ou
