The walk back is scenic. We stop in a small, island-themed, coffee shop and walk home with them to warm our hands. Ezekiel and I share a coffee, putting our lips in the same spot, we call the cup our ‘kiss cup’ That made me smile when he came up with the name. We take a walk through the park where Ezekiel was attacked and take a break underneath a tall tree. The sun is setting and as we look at it set over the hills, it takes my breath away. I lean on Ezekiel and close my eyes.
“What are you doing D?” He asks.
“Taking a picture in my mind?” I feel his chest rumble underneath my head as he laughs.
“Why would you do that?” He asks wrapping his arms tighter around me.
“So I can remember it forever.” I reply and that’s exactly what I try to do.
Ezekiel and I go into our room noticing the
