His Last Words Were for My Best Friend

When my boyfriend, Julian, passed away in a tragic geological expedition accident, he only managed to send back three last sentences.

The first was a professional report to his department. The second was an apology to his parents.

And the third was:

[Chloe, you are my Quaternary Glaciation.]

Chloe was my best friend. Both she and Julian were brilliant geologists.

Years ago, behind my back, the two of them had applied for the exact same major at the same university.

Later, they became the most compatible partners in the industry.