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"It was you."

Every other thought I have vanishes. From today. From the last six years.

Except her.

Except that.

Without over-thinking it, I reach out and tuck a hair behind her ear. "What are we doing here, Lenny girl?"

She looks at me, blinking slowly, studying me like she's trying to find the answer in my eyes. "Sitting in a baseball stadium," she finally breathes.

I huff out a quiet laugh. "You know that's not what I meant."

Her smile fades just enough for me to notice. "I know," she says softly. Lenny turns back toward the field, setting into her seat. "But I'm leaving."

I look to the sky as I inhale a deep breath. "I know."

Silence stretches briefly before she speaks again. "Three weeks," she says.

My eyes sink shut.

There it is—our expiration date.

"Then you're done?" I ask, just to be sure. Just to torture myself further.

I don't see her wince, but I hear it in her voice. "Then I'm done."

The words hang between us as we both stare straight ahead while I try to decide how the hell I feel.

If I'm honest, a part of me wants to be angry at her.

For leaving back then. For coming back now. For leaving again in just a matter of weeks.

Another part wants to be mad at myself.

For letting her walk away before. For letting her walk back in at all.

But there's a different part entirely—the biggest piece of me—that is so fucking happy.

To see her. To talk with her.

For every second that we're us again.

And as I sit here, contemplating where the hell we go next, that's the part of me that wins out by a mile. Because sitting here with Lenny feels like getting a second chance at holding onto a dream I lost before.

"That's not nothing," I mutter to myself. To her.

I feel her eyes on me before I glance over. "Three weeks," I say boldly. "That's not nothing, Len."

"No," she blurts, her energy shifting. "It's not. It's not nothing at all."

I search her face carefully. "Good," I say, my shoulders falling.

Lenny's brows pinch together.

"Then let's not act like it is."

She doesn't move except for the way her eyes narrow further. Eventually, her expression softens and she leans in closer. "You really want to do this?"