When the Aurora Falls on No Man’s Land
I canceled my ticket to Iceland.
Even the customer service agent sounded confused.
“There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”
We had been together for four years.
Every February, he flew to Iceland.
He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights.
Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive.
Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**.
When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same no
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