Sixty Six

A DAY BEFORE RACHEAL'S POST

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"I don't want to go back home. I love it here." Abigail murmured resting her head on Marcel's shoulder. They were seated on top of a hill staring down at the beautiful city lights.

"I would have loved to disagree but I can't. You are right, I wish we could just stay here, away from all the responsibilities waiting for us, my parents.. your grand mother, and Rachael."

Abigail raised her head up, "How about we don't go then. I can sell my company, and you can also sell the bar. With the money, we can just stay here forever, living in happy memories only."

Marcel chuckled, allowing the picture she was trying to paint sink in. He could see it, the kids running around on the beach and playing with the water. He would take night strolls with Abigail along the beach, they could have dinner on top of the hill while soaking in the city lights. It would be nice and comfy.

"I can see it too. But you and I know Abigail Marcel Willia