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Snowed In: Chapter Twenty Seven - navessa allen
ELLA “How are you feeling?” Stacey asks as I’m packing my things. “Better, thanks,” I tell her. I’ve been down in Boston with her and Megan for five days now, two longer than planned, because I kept making excuses not to go home. This has been a nice trip. A needed trip. Between lugging all their earthly possessions halfway across the city, helping them deep clean their old apartment so they didn’t lose their deposit, picking out paint samples, reveling in the warm weather (how sad is it that 50 feels warm to me?), and eating out at eclectic restaurants for just about every meal, I’ve actually had a really good time. It’s reminded me that life can go on after a terrible diagnosis. And it’s driven something home for me: I miss Ben. Constantly. Not just in an I miss having company kind of way. I miss the way his eyes crinkle up when he smiles. I miss the way he tilts his head sideways and says “Yeah?” when I compliment him. I miss the way we tease each other. I miss the way he flirts with me. I miss that non-stop feeling of butterflies when I’m around him. …