The Departed

here now. There’s peace. You can let it go, baby. You can move on.”
    She leaned back and cupped his face in her hands. “It’s time you did just that. Whether it’s back to the bureau, or whatever. You’re bringing your sister home. You’ll lay her to rest. And then you need to let go. Move on with your life.”
    He closed his good hand around her wrist. A strained, sad smile curled his lips. “Dez, I already did that. I did that the night I went chasing after you.”
    Her heart flipped over in her chest as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. “You did, huh?”
    “Yeah.” The hand on her wrist stroked downward, curving over her waist. “You’re my life…and I moved on to you. I love you.”
    “Hmmm. I love you.”