Contents (126)
- The Meeting Point
- Olivia Lara
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- A YEAR LATER
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- June 2
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- June 3
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- June 4
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Help Wanted: Seasonal employment, June–August
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- June 5
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- June 6
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- June 7
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- June 8
- Forty
- Forty-One
- June 9
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- June After Midnight: By Ethan Delphy
- Chapter 15
- Fifty-Two
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 20
- Fifty-Three
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 21
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 22
- Fifty-Four
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28
- Fifty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 29
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 30
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- June 11
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- June 12
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- June 13
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- June 14
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- June 15
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- June 16
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28 (Draft 1 Version)
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Olivia Lara
Maya moves a bit, and in a panic, I rush away from her and to my meeting point with David—I don’t want to call him her boyfriend, because I’m still holding on to the hope.
Eighty-Six
I text Alisa the moment I finish reading.
Not precisely that very moment. First, I thought I misread. So I read that part again. About the fire and him being across from me. Us looking into each other’s eyes. I told him I remembered him from the fire, but he pretended like he didn’t know what I was talking about. I just imagined it was a coincidence. After all, he lives here, and he said he goes to these bonfires every couple of weeks in the summer. When I read his early copy, there was no mention of him being by the fire, so of course I put that out of mind. I kept reading and rereading. It was him across the fire. That moment we had was real. I felt it then just like I’ve felt it every single second ever since we both returned here, to Carmel.
Then I got to the part about me sleeping in the sand and him kissing me on my hair, just like he just did now. Him putting his hoodie on me, to keep me warm. And then to the last part. The message he wrote me; the message I never got. I jumped out of my chair, grabbed my luggage. I knew it was still there. It had to be. I never washed it; I never even touched it in the last year. But I kept it…
Alisa, I FINALLY KNOW WHO MAX IS!
Eighty-Seven
I get the hoodie out of my backpack and put it on, before stuffing my hands in the pockets. I can’t believe it. It’s still there.
I may have just imagined this whole thing. You. Today.
I may have just imagined us looking into each other’s eyes tonight, across the fire.
I may be the only one feeling all these incredible feelings today.
I may be that crazy guy who falls in love in just a few hours, maybe minutes.
I may very well be… and if I am, then you will leave with him and I will never see you again. But if I’m not, know that I will be waiting for you here. Tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. Whenever. To see the sunrise together. Like I promised. All you need to do is text me and I will come running. (my name and phone number are on the back)
PS: And yes, I do want to know what your question #50 is. And I can’t wait for you to tell me…
The sunrise is hours away, but I don’t care. I’ve waited a year for this. I’ve waited a lifetime for this!
“Maya, are you leaving?” Celine asks when she sees me heading for the door.
I stop short and turn around. “I have to tell you something, but I want you to know that I never meant to hurt you or lie to you and I care about you deeply. You are a wonderful friend.”