You two sit, watching as the sun rises.

Your fingers intertwine, and you hold back your tears. Lester looks at you, sun marking his features, but you can’t look at him. Not now.

He speaks, and it breaks you. “Do you think we could’ve been good together?” He asks, quiet. “If I had asked sooner, would you have said yes?”

You glare at him and a tear slides down your cheek. “We would be good together. But, I can’t, Lester. You’ll be a god again, and I’ll only hold you back.”