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19. things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

Daisy can hardly recall a time she was consistently happy.

As though her life commenced with the wrong note, no matter how hard she tried, the melody just doesn’t sound quite right. Every time something good happens, she reminds herself to watch out, to be prepared for the sudden drop and hold on tight when it comes.

Because as experience told her, the down always matches the high in scale.

For years, she learnt to take happiness in small doses, so when the inevitable disappointment hit, she would still be able to pick herself up from the pavement and carry on with her life. She also learnt to take whatever life has to offer, regardless of size, because she knew the true meaning of carpe diem.

It is dangerous balance, trying to seize every opportunity while doing damage control. Sometimes the fruit is just so tempting and within reach, with the universe sending hints and the wind celebrating, and she would foolishly think she is allowed to take a bite.

Back then, she still called herself Skye, and he had no idea what was waiting for them down the hole.

It was a calm night, the charismatic Antoine Triplett sat down with the cheeky Skye with no last name, and they shared a packet of beer along with many stories before they got to know each other.

He told her the first time he met her, she was hanging onto her dear life and “not paying attention to the handsome new guy in sight”. She laughed at that, head tilting backwards and raising her bottle just to point at him. Now I’m staring right at him, she said, spicing it up with a wink as warmth pools in her stomach, and I find him looking a bit funny, actually. Hmmmmm.

He chuckled, c’mon girl. She grinned in return, leaning close until their noses collided clumsily. C’mon what? She rested her chin on his shoulder, eyes fluttering close as his breath gently kissed her lips. Sweet, sweet anticipation. When he pressed his mouth against hers, she saw fireworks behind shut eyelids, and his hand was so warm on her face, like a promise of safety.

“That wasn’t just a ride, you know?

                                      It was a TRIP.”

Okay, okay. She’ll walk herself out.