Sweetest

I finished inside only that time, but that was enough. A few weeks into our first term of university, Tara and I met at the Starbucks near our old high school. She spoke first: “Mom and Dad support us.”

“Same for my parents.”

“So I wasn’t the only one who blabbed.” We kissed, and made plans to go to city hall tomorrow. When tomorrow came, we sat in a park, stunned by a sudden development.

I tried to be hopeful: “We can’t be sure, til we see a doctor.”

“Don’t, Gale. We lost it. It’s all over, before it all began.” Her crying face burrowed in my chest. All I could do was pet her hair, stroke her back, and look at the grey sky.