Ten years from now, Times Square on Christmas Eve. Peter promised his high school love Sally he would be there on prom night. A decade later, he arrived hopeful. Instead of Sally, a young girl approached with a devastating truth that would ruin his life.
They heard their students’ muted laughing and a quiet violin drone. Peter gripped Sally’s hands tightly, his thumbs stroking her knuckles like he could remember her touch. Crying had left black lines on her hot cheeks and mascara.
Her voice broke as she continued, “I don’t want to go.”
Peter’s eyes sparkled as he controlled his emotions. “I know,” he said, drawing her in. “God, Sally, don’t go either. Some dreams are larger than us.”
Are they?” Sally challenged with passionate green eyes. What about our dream? How about everything we planned? Her and his fingers combined
