The Problem with Falling (Problems #3)

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Harry

Fifty-Nine Years Ago

O ne year.

I’d been in love with the wild woman who changed my life for one full year.

And what a year it had been.

Molly made a picnic on the lakefront to celebrate our first dating anniversary together. Summer was right around the corner, and we were still two goofy kids in love, looking toward an endless future.

After we ate the ham and cheese sandwiches she made, we talked about our dreams. About our future. About our love.

Then, we counted the stars.

We’d only reached twenty-two before her lips fell against mine, and we’d lost count again.

I wrapped her in my arms as we swayed back and forth with one another.

“Oh wow,” she murmured, resting her head against my chest.

“What is it?”

“I just realized…” She pulled back slightly and tilted her head up toward me. Those same stars in the sky lived within her eyes, and I swore they shone brighter in her irises. “I get to love you forever, don’t I?”

“Yes,” I said, resting my lips against her forehead. “And I get to love you right back.”

She snuggled against me, and we swayed some more. “Promise me we’ll keep dancing on fishing docks?”

“Forever,” I swore. “Always,” I promised. “Even after we leave this world after death finds us, I’ll still somehow find you at the nearest dock.”

We kept dancing, and I thanked God for bringing Molly into my world. It was void of color before she swirled into my realm. Now, I lived in a field with her and her wildflowers. I hoped I’d never see the color gray again.

Life would get hard at some point because that was what life did. It was hard sometimes. There was no getting around that fact.

But it would be easier with her.