he walked over to her. there was something weird about standing there next to him. her hands were clasped in front of her, they were a sort of awkward distance apart. it all felt very purposeful, and very unnatural. her body felt lighter though when she heard the familiar comedic tone in his voice. he turned to the fire, holding up the shirt in front of him as he gave a playful speech. she smiled to herself as he spoke, trying not to laugh and ruin the artificially solemn moment. she understandably took the shirt from him, taking a few steps forward closer to the fireplace.
 she paused for a moment, looking down at the shirt in her hands with bold letters on the front. of course it was just a shirt, but it symbolized the possibility of jay leaving apple peak, of running away to some other life with some other people. it symbolized a lot of what they had argued about all those years ago. marley moving to the city, jay leaving for college. but now, three years later they were both still here, standing there in her living room, together again. she smiled softly before throwing the shirt into the fire and watched as it quickly went up in flames. she turned back to look at him.
  âwelcome back, shaw,â she said with a small smile.  ânow youâre stuck here forever so i hope you made the right choice,â she teased as she moved back towards the couch.
   THE FLAMES LICKED AWAY AT the shirt as soon as it ended up in the fire. it felt good. the five dollars on sale it was and all. maybe he shouldâve kept one in commemoration, but then again, it wouldâve been like he was holding onto something for no reason. he was getting past the little impromptu college visit he took. he was getting past thinking heâd ever leave this place. because that was dumb of him to think he would ever do that.
   he let out a nose laugh, watching the last bit of shirt disappear. this wasnât the first of the shirts heâd watched burn, but it was the last and the most final. a smile settled on his face as he turned to face marley. he watched her walk over to the couch for a moment. after all this time, here they were in her living room laughing over something stupid heâd done or almost done. and they were there together and it was strange that everything lead up to this.
   â oh so that was one of those binding contract burnings? â he asked, looking back at the fire one last time before he followed her over to the couch. â you know, i think i made the right choice. normally final, stuck with the decision forever, choices leave a weird feeling in my stomach. â someone could say it was because he really wasnât there forever, but he knew that wasnât it.
   â so pizza. what toppings?â