Tashi walks Nima outside. Dawn paints the valley in shades of grey—she’s leaving even before the colors wake. Low, wooly clouds cling to the peaks, spitting rain on the aluminum awning. He pulls Nima close. Hopes it won’t be the last time. Makes note of how her body feels against his, just in case. Then he lets go.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” she asks.
Tashi crosses his arms. “Just . . . come back. Please.”
“I promise.” Nima pulls her hood on, hooks her thumbs around the straps of her backpack, and sets off for taller mountains.
He can’t help calling her name before she gets too far. She turns. “I wish I were half the man you are.”
Nima shakes her head at him. And off she goes, into the mist, with a promise they both know isn’t hers to make.
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