CIARA
Nothing ever lasted.
I knew someday, sooner rather than later, Noah and I would have to put an end to our impromptu holiday and go back home.
Today was that day.
Some part of my chest felt tight, an ache steadily growing between the cracks of my ribs.
I didn't want to leave.
In the beach house, time felt as though it was suspended. Noah and I felt different too, like we were different people who had gone through different circumstances to get where we were.
But it had to end. And as Noah drove us away from the house, a part of me — a large part, actually — felt sad.
I said nothing to my husband though. I knew he had to feel some sort of attachment too, and talking about it would only make both of us sadder.
Real life was waiting for us. We had to get back. Putting our world on hold was not a feasible thing to do.
Noah and I held hands, and he continued to drive with his other hand. I made a playlist, and music blasted from his speakers.
