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got this feeling, is all,” he said, his eyes searching mine. “I can’t exp lain it…but I want to know, Ava…what would you do if I… if I didn’t live forever?”
                  I just stared at him for a moment.
                  “I-I don’t want to think about that, Tyson,” I replied, really not liking this conversation. “Why are you asking me this?”
                  He took my hand in his then and rested his head on my shoulder.
                  “If something ever happened to me,” he said slowly. “I wouldn’t want you to be alone forever because you felt like you had to be faithful to me.”
                  “I don’t want to think about my life without you in it,” I said, taking my hand from his.
                  “Ava,” he said, sitting up and looking at me. “I’m being serious, okay? Don’t get mad.”
                  “I’m being serious, too,” I replied hotly. “I don’t want to think about that! What, are you planning on leaving me?”
                  “No!” Tyson exclaimed, touching my cheek tenderly wi th his hand.  “Look, I told you, I can’t explain it, but I have a really strong feeling that something could happen to me. I’m not invincible or immortal, Ava. And if something did ever happen to me, and I couldn’t get back to you in this life, I want you to promise me that you’ll let yourself love someone else.”
                  “Listen to yourself!” I cried. “You’re scaring me, Tyson! And what the hell kind of promise is that? You know I could never love anybody else like I love you!”
                  “I know that, but I don’t want you to be alone for the rest of your life!” he said loudly, getting up from the hammock. “I love you so much, Ava, but if I couldn’t be with you anymore…if being with you was out of my control, I mean…I want you to let yourself be in love again.”
                  “This is a ridiculous conversation and I refuse to go any further,” I said coldly, crossing my arms. Tyson sighed and bent down, scooping me up in his arms and twirling me around.
                  “Let’s play Mario,” he said then, setting me down on the ground, with his arms still around my waist. I giggled.
                  “It’s funny how we refuse to participate in playing video games manufactured after the original Nintendo generation,” I commented. Tyson laughed.
                  “That’s because Mario kicks ass,” he replied. “C’mon. Oh, and I’m gonna be the princess this time.”
                  And just like that, I put the d isturbing conversation we’d had out of my mind.
     
     
    Friday of that week , Tyson and the band were off to Raleigh, North Carolina to play at this big, new, ritzy club on the beach.
                  I was still asleep in my bed at my apartment when he got up that morning around 8:30. The noise he made as he showered, dressed, and got all his stuff together eventually woke me up.
     
                  “Hey, honey,” I yawned, turning over and looking at him through squinty eyes that were slowly adjusting to the new day’s light shining through the window.
                  “Hey,” he whispered loudly. “I’m sorry I woke you up. I was trying to be quiet.”
                  I chuckled and with a motion of my index finger, told him to come to me.
                  “What is it?” he asked, coming over to the bed and sitting down.
                  “You want me to make you some breakfast or something?” I asked him. He shook his head.
                  “No, I gotta get going,” he replied. “I’m late as it is. I’m supposed to meet the guys at Pete’s house at nine and it looks like it’s not going to happen.” I smiled and