𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 • 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 [2]

Epilogue

~1 year later~

The waves gently lapped against the sand in front of us as I fixed the picnic blanket, my hair dancing around in the wind as I did. We sat on our favourite spot of the beach not so far from our apartment and every so often I would tickle his belly just to hear his little laugh. "You hungry?" I asked with a smile as I looked down at my son. His blue eyes gazed up at me and he let out a small giggle as we basked in the evening California sun. "I'll take that as a yes."

I reached into the picnic basket and lifted out a bottle of milk before propping him up with a pillow and placing the bottle to his lips.

Once he had began drinking, I pulled out my carton of cigarettes and lit one up, and as I stared off into the slowly setting sun I couldn't help but think of Billy, as I often did, and how right he was. Even though he may not be here, California will always be our place.