Charlie’s teacher showed up and cried the whole time.
She was probably thinking that it was so unfair. It was so unfair that Charlie would never have the chance to learn how to handle fractions or what algebra was. That he would never learn to drive stick. That he would never have to apply to college or fall in and out of love. That he would never slow dance with his mother at his wedding. That he would never get to introduce me to his first born. That he would never get the chance to say goodbye…
I wiped my eyes and sniffled as Zeus moved closer to me and laid his head on my shoe.
Dammit, I couldn’t breathe.
They lowered Jamie into the ground first and my legs wobbled.
“Don’t go…” I whispered.
They lowered Charlie next.
“No…” I begged.
My legs collapsed. I fell to the ground and my hands covered my mouth as Zeus comforted me, licking my tears away, trying to make me believe that it was okay, that I was okay, that everything would somehow, someway, turn out okay.
But I didn’t believe him.
I should’ve walked down and stood by my parents, but I didn’t. I should’ve told both Jamie and Charlie I loved them both so fucking much, but my voice went mute.
I stood and turned away, Zeus’s leash wrapped tightly in my grip.
I turned away from Jamie.
I walked away from my son.
And I learned how much it hurt to finally have to say goodbye.
“So you’re running,” Mr. Henson said to me a week later as I parked in front of his store to say our final goodbye.
I shrugged. “Not running. Just moving on. Things come and go; you should know that better than anyone.”
He brushed his fingers against his gray beard. “But that’s not what you’re doing. You’re not moving on, you’re running again.”
“You don’t understand. Her husband—”
“Is not her.”
“Mr. Henson…”
“My former love adored magic. He spent our whole life together trying to get me to support his dream of opening a tarot shop in this town. He believed in the power of energy, in the healing power of crystals. He believed magic had a way to make life more livable. I thought he was insane. I worked a nine to five job and hardly paid any attention to him. I called his dreams of owning his own shop ridiculous. We were already two gay men—life was already hard enough for us. The last thing we needed to be was two gay men who believed in magic.
“And then one day, he left. At first it seemed so out of nowhere, but as time went on, I realized it had been all my own doing. I hadn’t valued him when I’d had him, so when I lost him, it hit me hard. After he left, I felt so alone; I realized he had probably always felt that way. No one should feel alone when they are in love. I quit my job and tried to make his dream of magic come to life. I studied the power of crystals and the healing herbs. I worked hard to understand his dreams, and by the time I did, it was too late. He had moved on to someone who loved him in the moment.
“Don’t turn away from Liz because of something she didn’t have anything to do with. Don’t walk away from a chance at happiness because of an accident. Because at the end of the day, it’s not about the tarot cards, or the crystals, or the special teas. That’s not where the magic lives. The magic is in the tiny moments. The small touches, the gentle smiles, the quiet laughs. The magic is about living for today and allowing yourself to breathe and be happy. My dear boy, to love is the magic.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, taking in all of his words, all of his thoughts. I wanted to believe him, and I thought a big part of me truly did understand his words. But another part of me, buried deep inside my soul, felt the guilt. Jamie deserved more. For me to even consider loving someone else after such a short period of time was selfish. “I don’t know how to do it. I don’t truly know how to truly love Lizzie seeing how I never said goodbye to my past.”
“You’re going back to say goodbye?”
“I think I’m going back to learn to breathe again.”
Mr. Henson frowned, but said he understood. “If you ever need a place to rest your head and a friend to call on, I’ll be here.”
“Good,” I said, pulling him into a hug. “And if you ever sell your shop to some asshole, I’ll be back here to fight it tooth and nail.”
He snickered. “Deal.”
I opened the front door, listening to the bell rang overhead for the last time. “You’ll watch after them? Emma and Lizzie?”
“I’ll make sure their tea and cocoa is never too hot.”
After we said goodbye, I headed out of the shop, jumped into my car, and started driving with Zeus. We drove for hours. I wasn’t certain where I was going, or if I even had a place to go, but mindless driving made sense to me right then.