Fifteen Years of Love
He chuckled, "March 25, 2011. You even reminded me this morning that tomorrow's your birthday. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?"
'2011?' I froze, my mind racing.
Then, I pinched my thigh hard. The pain was sharp, almost bringing tears to my eyes.
This wasn't a dream.
I'd gone back to 2011 when my mother's death was still a raw, gaping wound, and Anton was my rock and solace.
Back then, I depended on him, wishing I could be with him forever.
...
"Erica." Anton's voice pulled me back from the precipice of my thoughts.