You'd think I would be okay by now. You'd think that ten years would be a long time, enough for me to forget at least the little things. Not big ones like her face or her hair because those are unforgettable, but the minor details. I mean the way her eyes changed color depending on her energy level, the way she chewed her lip when she was confused or thinking really hard, the way she sighed whenever I kissed her. You'd think that it would have stopped hurting by now. You'd be wrong.

I look at my watch, the one she gave me for my twentieth birthday. The Skagen face tells me it's the 19th. May 19, 2028. Ten years ago today, I died.

Hanna calls while I'm walking to my flower shop down the block from the apartment. She remembers. They all remember.

"Hey sweetcheeks, how you holding up?"

"You're never up this early. What's going on?"

"Just checking in. Do you want someone to come with?"

I pinch the bridge of my nose. It's five in the morning, and already the tears are threatening to fall. I stifle a sniffle.

"No." It comes out as a high-pitched whine. I curse myself.

"Em-"

I cut her off. "I'm fine. Thanks for calling." I hang up and shove the phone into my coat pocket.

It's my favorite coat, all soft black leather with glinting silver teeth for zippers. Paige wore it on our first college date night. I bring my arm to my nose and inhale as deeply as I can. The faintest scent of vanilla lingers in my nostrils.

"What do you mean I can't pull off leather? I'll show you 'can't pull off leather,'" Paige grumbled as she flailed about in their closet.

Emily giggled at the hail of clothing flying out of the closet over her girlfriend's head. "Don't take it so seriously, baby. I was joking."

Paige turned and glared at Emily, who laughed at the sock perched on the former's head. "You undermined my lesbianhood, Em. How can I not take it seriously?" She sighed dramatically at Emily's confusion.

"All the big-time badass lesbos rock the leather, babe. Buffy, Faith, Tara, Willow, Michelle Rodriguez…"

"Michelle Rodriguez is a lesbian?"

"She's too hot not to be. She's just closeted as fuck." Paige grinned at Emily before turning around and fishing through the closet drawers again.

Emily sauntered over to Paige and slapped her ass, causing Paige to yelp. "You know, for someone who's OCD and studying to be an English professor, you are horribly disorganized with clothes."

Paige scratched her head, oblivious to the sock bobbing up and down. "What does my major have to do with my OCD or my organization skills?"

Before Emily could answer, she suddenly lunged at the row of hanging coats, finally knocking the sock off her head. "Aha! I found you, my beautiful," she crooned at the jacket clutched to her chest. Paige deftly slipped the coat on and turned to face her girlfriend. "What do you think?"

Emily stared. Paige stood with arms outstretched, dressed in nothing but her underwear and that goddamned leather jacket. Her ruffled hair, the contrast of the dark purple lace on Paige's milky skin, and the way the leather hugged her waist but flared open at her breasts made Emily's mouth run dry. Paige grinned at her staring but yelped again when Emily tackled her. Thank god the bed made a soft landing. They missed their 7 o'clock reservation that night, but neither minded the change in plans.

A few hours later, Emily kissed the top of Paige's head.

"You're right. You can pull off leather."

Paige chuckled. "Technically, you were the one who pulled it off."

"Whatever. I'm always right."

Paige wrinkled her nose. Emily poked her in the ribs.

"What, you disagree?"

"No, you are always right. I just fail to see the connection between leather and being right."

Emily dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. "You love my randomness."

Paige kissed her. "And you love me."

Emily grinned. "You love me more."

Paige kissed Emily's forehead. "You're always right."

I rip my arm away from my face as soon as I realize my tears are getting on the leather. Ten feet from the entrance of the shop, my knees give way. My vision blurs as the street turns sideways.