May We Never Meet Again
Her fingers intertwined with his naturally, decisively, as if they belonged there.
Together, they turned as one and began to walk away down the sidewalk.
"Pudding! Pudding!" Charlotte called urgently, her voice carrying as they moved quickly down the street, her eyes scanning the road desperately for the runaway cat.
Caleb stayed close beside her, guiding her gently, his free hand scanning the area as well with careful attention. "Pudding!" he called too, his voice calm but alert, supportive.
Nathan stood completely rooted to the spot, staring at their retreating figures like a man who had just lost absolutely everything in a single breath, in one moment of truth.