“After I kiss you goodbye, I hold your smile in my cupped hands. I keep my fingers tight, careful not to let it slip out. While I walk home, I tuck it into my shirt pocket, keeping it safe from the cold breeze. I feel its warmth there, through the fabric of my clothing thumping like a heartbeat. In the mirror, I retrieve it carefully, and raise it to my mouth. I press my lips against it softly, and in that moment, Your smile stretches across my face.”
Book:Twelve Midnight