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I know this moment can't last forever, so I try to memorise every single detail. Angela's face in the space between my neck and collarbone, the warmth of her body, her hand so tightly interlocked with mine. I would discard all the available wishes in my lifetime just to wish this one moment would last forever. But as wonderful wishes are, they aren't reliable. "Wren," I pause, wondering whether I should speak at all, "if I don't return-"
"Don't even say that." she snaps immediately. It almost makes me want to let out a chuckle. Almost.
"-I want you to find Matt." she pulls back enough to look at my face, questioning if the words coming out of my mouth truly are. A silent tear drops from my eyes, unwavering in her gaze. "I want him to know that we miss him." I continue.
She breaks our gaze and pauses a moment, before placing her head back on my neck, and a silence falls between us. I fear I shouldn't've spoken at all. "You know, I'm gonna cut my hair and get myself dolled up for you tomorrow."
"Don't." she finally responds, her breath warm on my neck. "You don't have to do that.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to be left remembering an Axel readying to leave for war." she answers.
I lean my head on hers and pull her closer to me. I never thought of it that way.
"Axel?" she perks up again.
"Hm?" I answer.
"I want you to promise me something."
"Of course." I would promise anything for her, she knows that.
"Remember the buttercups in the meadow. The one by the river."
I didn't ask her to elaborate. I didn't think she wanted to.
But I knew.