May We Never Meet Again
“Charlie, what kind of question is that?”
“I just want to know,” she said softly, biting her lower lip. “Would you?”
He cupped her face without hesitation, forcing her to look at him. “Even if I go blind,” he said firmly, “I’ll never mistake you or choose another woman over you.”
Her lips curved into a small smile, but her eyes were still glossy. “Like in the movie,” she said lightly, though her voice wavered, “if you do… I’ll disappear. You’ll never find me again.”