CHAPTER EIGHT — THE BEST SCENE

Life became beautiful again.

We studied together.

We laughed together.

We dreamed together.

Marilyn wanted to become a journalist.

I wanted to become an engineer.

We promised to support each other.

“One day,” she said, “we'll look back at all this.”

“And laugh.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

She smiled.

Those days became my favorite scenes.

I didn't know how long they would last.

Perhaps that's why they were so beautiful.