The next couple weeks were pure bliss. It was the beginning of summer now, and the stubborn, Albertan snow had finally melted. Beautiful flowers filled in the spaces where the snow had been.
Since the weather had warmed up, picnics had become sort of a tradition for us. Every week on Tuesdays, the three of us would meet and walk down the well-beaten trails of Dawson Park with our picnic basket in tow. And for a while, things were great - until we missed our weekly picnic.
Sapphire had decided to go to Prince George for the week to visit her friend, Kat. At the time, I didn't think anything of it - Sabrina and I were busy that week with our own stuff too, so it wasn't like we were just sitting on our asses waiting for her to come back. In retrospect though, I think this might have been foreshadowing that things were about to change.
A couple days after Sapphire got back, the three of us decided to have a sleepover at Sabrina's house (she had a hot tub). I was wearing a new bathing suit and I was sitting in the hot tub experiencing a strange cocktail of both feeling drunk and high, starring at my hand as it became prune-y underneath the water. In the background, I could hear Sabrina chatting to Sapphire about how much she loved being a teacher.
"I truly have the best job."
"What do you think is the hardest part about being a teacher?" Sapphire asked.
I shifted my gaze away from my prune-y hands to hear her answer. I like hearing people talk about things that they are passionate about.
When the sun set around 11 pm, and the mosquitoes started to come out, the girls and I decided to go in and start settling in to bed. I had a bed to myself (because I hate the sound of snoring) and the two other girls were sleeping together on a futon in the other room. I was just about to slide in to dream land when I heard whispering -
"I don't think I ever stopped loving you," Sabrina confessed.
"I don’t think I ever did either," said Sapphire.
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