I Can See Our Love's Expiry Date
He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, and we looked at each other quietly from about ten feet away.
The number above his head was still there, showing [3,648 days].
I smiled. It didn't mean anything to me anymore.
"Let's go," I said, heading into the building. Levi followed me in, his footsteps heavy as lead.
There weren't many people inside, and we didn't even have to wait long before it was our turn.
The staff at the teller window took our documents and asked us perfunctorily, "So, you've both thought it all through and made up your minds? Is there no more room for discussion?"