She put her hand in mine as tears clouded her eyes. “End game?”
“Yeah, end game.”
“I do, Remy. I always will.”
The crowd cheered as I slipped the ring over her finger, and she jumped into my arms. “Let me spill a slushy on you later?” I whispered in her ear.
Fauna licked my cheek in a playful callback to memories of us.
And that was it.
PLAYER ONE: REMY MONROE
PLAYER TWO: FAUNA MONROE
END GAME?
