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I nod my head, wanting to tell him that there's no one to say goodbye to, because he's not there, but not having the energy at this point.
Meet me where I always promised I'd take you.
Meet me where the mountains meet the sea.
Closing my eyes, I take a breath, knowing exactly where I need to go.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
LUNA
Istep out of the cab, the cool wind blowing in my face.
"Thank you," I tell the cabbie, handing him the folded-up bills in my hand.
He nods gratefully, and I grab my backpack, shutting the door behind me. I let out a breath, seeing a hint of my breath puff from my mouth. I look up at the mountains, shrugging the straps of my backpack over my shoulder.
The snow caps look so white. Only slightly whiter than my skin as they sit on top of the mountains.
I'm here.
Slightly north of Seattle, I only have one destination in mind.
Our spot.
I arrived in Seattle last night. It's been a week since Roman's funeral. I told my parents my plans. I told Roman's parents. With tears in their eyes, they all nodded. They understand. Even though I think a part of them doesn't understand.
I have to do this.
It's about a mile walk from the small city to the path, and from there it's about a thirty-minute hike up the cliff. The place where Roman proposed. I remember it as if it were just yesterday. How happy he was, the anticipation on his face. The gentleness in his words. I should've known then. I know everything about him, but I was so sidetracked by the happiness on his face that I couldn't think of anything else. His happiness made me happy. We were two souls that were brought together again, and the only thing on our minds was being together. Enjoying every moment.
I walk through the small town, looking at the happy people. The couples, the families, the groups of friends. I pull the pick out of my pocket, holding the worn plastic between my fingers. Flipping it back and forth. I glance down at the faded letters, theR & Lstill engraved in the center.
I miss him.
"Whoa!" I get slammed back, a heavy, leather arm hitting my chest. I look up, seeing a group of men standing before me. Large, scary-looking biker men with leather vests on. My eyes widen, realizing I was about to walk straight into oncoming traffic. Cars whiz by, not a care in the world as they fly down the streets.
I didn't realize, didn't even hear them roaring by.
I glance at the blond man. "Thank you," I say, a little scared to be in his presence. He's tall, trim, but I can tell he’s capable of doing things I can't even imagine.
We don't have guys like this in Wisconsin.
I glance behind me, seeing the guys walking back toward the bar. I see a line of motorcycles lined up outside, all shiny and black.
I swallow, slightly nervous to even be in their presence.
"You okay?" The man asks me. I take a look at his friendly face, his kind smile. Although, he looks a little concerned, maybe slightly on edge. He looks to be about my age, maybe a few years older. His blond hair is pulled into a ponytail at the base of his head. He's tall, too. Taller than Roman.
I nod.
He points at my face. "You sure? You're cryin'."
I bring my hand up to my face, wiping away the tears that I didn’t even notice were there. "Oh, yeah. I'm okay." Embarrassment hits my cheeks, and I turn away from him. I'm sure I look like a wreck.
"What's your name?" he asks. Well, it kind of sounds like an order coming from his tongue.
"Luna," I whisper, gripping the pick between my fingers until my fingers go cold.
