My heart is beating so hard, itâs losing rhythm. My mouth is dry. I grab the bottle of water sitting on Silasâs nightstand and down a big drink. âThis is terrifying,â I tell him. âI wish we could speed up the next five minutes and get this over with.â
He sits up straighter on the bed and grabs my hand. âSit in front of me.â
I sit in front of him. Weâre both cross-legged on the bed, in the same position we were in at the hotel room two days ago. Thinking of that morning makes me ill. I donât want to acknowledge the possibility that in a few minutes, I might not know who he is.
I have to have faith this time. This canât go on forever. Can it?
I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. I feel Silasâs hand reach up and brush the hair from my eyes.
âWhatâs the one thing youâre the most scared of forgetting?â he asks.
I open my eyes. âYou.â
He brushes his thumb over my mouth and leans in to kiss me. âMe too. I love you, Charlie.â
And without hesitation I say, âI love you, too, Silas.â
When his lips meet mine, Iâm no longer scared. Because I know that whatever happens in the next few secondsâ¦itâll happen with Silas, and that brings me comfort.
He threads our fingers together and says, âTen seconds.â
We both inhale deep breaths. I can feel his hands shaking, but they arenât shaking nearly as badly as mine.
âFiveâ¦fourâ¦threeâ¦twoâ¦â