Wearing khakis, rolled up to expose his calves, bare feet, and a white shirt with the top buttons undone, Cole strode quickly towards me. He looked incredible. He had always been fit, but nothing like this. His skin was a golden tan and he was muscular. He was no longer the pale shell of a man from Snowstrum.
“Mar,” Cole said, his eyes glistening with moisture. “You"re really here.”
Falling to his knees before me, he sobbed. Through his tears, I could barely make out his words.
“Cole, I’m here,” I said, leaning towards him and touching the top of his head. My touch only seemed to make him cry harder.
“You"ll have to stand back up if you want to see me. I"m afraid I’m not as light on my feet as the last time you saw me.”
Looking up at me with doe-like eyes, Cole wiped away his tears an
