He wished himself a super
hero instead of a super couple. If not a comic book hero, then a vampire or a
shape-shifter. Anything except a mere man whose highest running speed was
probably sixteen miles per hour. Anything that would keep the gap between him
and her from widening with every second.
“Mariss!”
He was screaming her name louder and more earnestly
than he had ever screamed on stage.
“Marissa!”
The gate slid closed and
the SUV began to disappear down the road.
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