Two Who Live On (Branches of Past and Future #2)

Milo’s perfect date looped along his surface thoughts the entire time we strolled through the art district of the Lower West Side.

His memories flashed in crisp stills like he’d photographed our past. There I was, twenty years old, hidden beneath an umbrella so my pasty pale skin didn’t burn under the beach’s harsh summer sun, which was nothing like the overcast gray winter sky we found ourselves walking under right now.

I cringed at how I’d glared at both him and Finn the entire time the pair played along the shore, splashing each other with waves through their telekinesis and wrestling over a volleyball. Finn’s smile filled more snippets of Milo’s mind than usual.

Though nothing particularly special had happened that day, this date bloomed in his mind, making it difficult for me to focus on the streets of the art district.