The tug inside my chest grew and spiralled into an all-consuming ache I felt deep into my bones. I could see it now—the love we never knew existed circling us. The love, so pure and real, clouded by reality and lies.
I couldn’t take my eyes from it, the picture of us. We looked perfect. Like we were meant to be there. Like its right—right, right. Wouldn’t-have-it-any-other-way kind of right. It cuts and it hits and it twists inside me. An evil reminder of what we had. What we have. What’s buried beneath the same reality that sliced it apart.
“How did you get it?” I asked softly.
“I called Joe while we were in Italy and asked to see the pictures that weren’t chosen. Then I bought them from him and had these done. They were waiting for me in New York when I got back last week.”
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