I could feel it coming before it happened.

What “it” was, I didn’t know, but from the moment I woke up to the moment I got the call, I felt it in my bones. There was something about that day that was just off. A feeling that I just couldn’t shake.

Cosmo: Can’t you just stay home?

Riegel: You know I would if I could, but we’re short-handed.

Cosmo: Please?

You laugh that deep roaring of a laugh that you would do when you think I’m “being adorable,” as you would say, and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Riegel: Cosmo, don’t be difficult.

Cosmo: I’m not being difficult.

I shivered as your hands slide down my arms and you pull me closer, resting your forehead against mine.

Riegel: Eight hours. Just wait, eight hours and I’m yours for the whole weekend.

Cosmo: The whole weekend, huh?

Riegel: Promise.

I should have held you longer, tighter… begged you to stay. But I didn’t. Now it’s too late.

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