Watching the Sky Cry by J.B. Hartnett

Ten years is a long time when you’re thirty-two. We’d seen our share of ups and downs, but I could honestly say they were mostly up.

That’s the thing about happiness though. It lulls you into a false sense of security. I’m sure neither one of us thought we’d ever be touched by crippling loss or immeasurable grief. But not all stories have a happy ending and I knew better than anyone that sometimes, one of you won’t make it till the end. One of you has to go first. And one of you…

Will be left behind to pick up the pieces.

And that’s me.

But starting over isn’t at all what I thought it would be. I needed escape from the memories that plagued me, reminded me. So I went back to where it all began. To the town where I was born. To the place whose beauty could pierce my pain. Where I experienced my first kiss, where I fell in love, where a man was my earth. And I…

Was his sky.