Tiger~
The late afternoon sun was dipping lazily toward the horizon, spreading long ribbons of honey-gold light through the leafy canopy above. Shadows danced on the pavement as I leaned against Jacob's car, arms folded, the soft breeze playing with strands of my hair. The air smelled faintly of sun-warmed asphalt and blooming magnolias. A few college students strolled past, laughing about something that didn't concern me. I barely registered them.
My thoughts were elsewhere. Wrapped around her.
This wasn't just another pickup.
Today was goodbye.
I didn't flinch when the glass doors of the college swung open and the low hum of the afternoon crowd spilled into the quiet. I didn't have to look. I felt her—like always. That unmistakable burst of energy. Easter never just entered a space—she bloomed in it. A ripple in the air, like spring bursting through winter's final grip.
Then I heard it. That voice, all sunlight and spark.
