Looking into his eyes suddenly feels like something I've never done before, even though that's not even close to the truth. We've been here many times but not like this and I don't listen to a word he's saying. He's handsome in a blue Jil Sander sports jacket, I'm imagining his reaction when I tell him. He goes to the bar to order another round of drinks, I watch him from behind wishing he'll turn around and smile at me.
My heart dances on a frozen lake every time I think of what to say, how things are about to change, and then I see them. Him and Chloe. They're on the other side of the room just under a spotlight, she kisses him and he runs his fingers through her chestnut hair.
The last words my father ever said to me were "no happy endings, Avy". He used my name, he didn't call me flower or angel like he used to do and I should have known it was a sign that things would never be the same again.