He was going to love his Candie forever.
Growing old together, hand in hand, had been his ultimate dream at twenty. It was the only future he had ever wanted.
Staring at Bonnie's radiant, blissful smile as she leaned into his embrace, Lawrence's thumb gently stroked the glass over her cheek.
Now he understood. What Bonnie was truly saying goodbye to was this pristine, carefree past.
And what he had been desperately trying to claw back was the twenty-year-old version of himself—the man Bonnie had loved with all her heart.
The suffocating fog in his mind seemed to lift, burned away by a sliver of sunlight. Through his blurred vision, he saw a glowing silhouette materialize into a familiar figure.
It was the twenty-year-old him, reaching a hand out through the years.
Lawrence's eyes burned with tears. He took a ragged breath to force them back and handed the phone to Quentin. "Let's begin."
Quentin sensed the shift and was thrilled for his friend. Regardless of the circumstances, Lawrence was finally willing to engage.
A new resolve had settled into his features—a fragile but vital will to live.
Relieved, Quentin flipped open his file folder. "Let's talk about you and Hannah today. How does that sound?"
They rarely touched the subject because of Lawrence's fierce resistance. Even mentioning her usually sent him spiraling.



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