The alarm blared from my nightstand. I reached over and slammed my fist down to silence the shrill sound. Sleep had been scarce, an unfamiliar agitation rising up in my nerves, memories of Elizabeth bleeding together morning and night.
Rolling from bed, I stood and stretched my arms overhead. Everything was sore, inside and out. Wrong. Because Elizabeth was gone.
I plodded to the bathroom and switched on the light. The mirror reflected everything I felt. Sighing, I ran my hand down my cheeks and under my chin. Dark hair shadowed my face because apathy had rid me of the energy to shave since Friday, and my hair stuck up in every direction. But it was my eyes that scared me. They were lost.
Shit.
With both hands, I held myself up on the sink, dropped my head, and tried to pull it together. Still, I couldn’t find anything inside myself that mattered anymore.
I forced myself into the shower and went through the routine. In my dim room, I tossed my dampened towel to the bed and dressed in the quiet.
I just wanted to fix this. To take it back. But I didn’t know how when the memory of how she’d fit so perfectly in my arms reigned supreme. I’d been seared by her kiss, marked by her hands.
My best friend.
I shook my head and slung my backpack onto my shoulders, willing myself into the right frame of mind for my last day of classes before the short Thanksgiving break.
How the hell would I survive through dinner with my parents tomorrow?
Locking my apartment door behind me, I made my way downstairs. I sucked in a sharp breath when a shock of cold air blasted my face as I stepped outside. I should have thought to put on a heavier jacket.
I’d spent the last mindless nights on the couch with the television droning, obscured voices that barely registered telling me New York City would get an early winter, while I wallowed in the absence of Elizabeth.
All I could think about was her. What was she doing? What was she feeling? Did she miss me as much as I missed her?
I headed toward campus, my face down as I forced myself to move. My hands sought warmth in my jeans pockets, my shoulders rigid as I joined the flock of students heading to morning classes. Sounds filtered in all around me, but none were really heard. I trudged forward, the loss of Elizabeth a thousand pounds added to my feet. All I wanted to do was turn around, crawl back in bed, and sleep the day away.
Outside my class, students filed inside. I stopped and stared in indecision at the dark hole they disappeared into. People jostled past me, grunted their annoyance as I stood stock still in the middle of the steps. I couldn’t make myself go inside.
Blindly, I wandered the campus, not surprised I ended up in front of the building where Elizabeth’s math class was held. How many times had I sat with her on those steps while she crammed for an extra couple seconds, hurried to ask me a few more questions, stressed that she was going to fail her exam while I promised her she would to do great?
Right now, she’d be inside, sitting at her desk. I could see her there, her head tilted to the side, doodling at the corner of her notebook like she always did, lost in thought. Would she think of me?
I raked a hand through my hair. Visible breaths filled the ice-cold air as I huffed and began to pace. What the fuck was I doing? She asked me to leave her alone, and now I was stalking her outside her class.
But I couldn’t leave. I just wanted...something. I’d always wanted something. From the moment I saw her, I knew it was different, knew it was more.
I hovered in the distance of her building door, willing myself to get it together and honor Elizabeth’s wishes.
Randomly, the double doors would open, a few people casually walking in or out, then every ten minutes or so, droves would come or go as a class began or was released.
An hour later, the doors opened again. A loud flow of students came down the steps as they left for wherever they were going for the holiday.
And I just stood there. Waiting. Waiting for her.
Her head was down when she surfaced behind the crowd at the door. Her feet appeared as heavy as my heart as she made her way down the steps. My eyes bore into the top of her head, willing her to look up.
I could see it when she felt me, the way she slowed and her hand reached for the railing to give her support. Cautiously, she raised her face to mine. She was halfway down the flight of brick steps when she stopped. She stood twenty feet from me, this wistful expression on her face that knocked the air from my lungs. She no longer appeared angry or hurt. In its place was the same loneliness I’d been swimming in for days, her playful eyes now somber and unsure. Her hair was still a mess, though now it blew free in the short gusts of wind.
My heart thudded. There was no one in the world that could compare to this girl.
She stood frozen, her knuckles white as she gripped the railing, staring at me as I slowly approached.
I stopped at the bottom of the steps, the difference in height bringing us face to face.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, the sound almost lost in the wind. Regret knotted inside me when she spoke the same words that had spurred our downfall five nights before.
I repeated mine. “I don’t know, Elizabeth. I don’t know anything, except that I miss you.”
Elizabeth seemed to search for air, struggled to pull in a breath. “Christian—”
I cut her off. “I don’t know how to get past what happened the other night, but I can’t go on pretending that I’m okay without you in my life. I haven’t slept in days because all I think about is you. I mean...” I wet my lips, my eyes frantic as they took in every inch of her face. Agony, the partner to mine, was written there, clear and concise. “Look at you, Elizabeth.” I took a chance and reached out and touched her face. A bolt of need struck me deep. Through an open mouth, I released a tremulous breath and took a step away as I softened my voice. “Don’t tell me you don’t miss me as much as I miss you.”
Close enough to be swallowed by her presence, an apprehensive energy vibrated between us. She fidgeted and fisted the hand at her side. “I miss you, too...so much.” The last part rasped from her mouth. “But I don’t know how to be around you anymore. Don’t you see it, Christian?” She frowned as her head drifted to one side. “Didn’t you feel that when you touched me? Do you think either of us can ignore that anymore? Because I can’t.”
I rushed a nervous hand over my face, trying to clear my thoughts, to offer her something other than the promise she wanted me to make.
“At least come with me tomorrow night. It’s Thanksgiving and I can’t stand the thought of you spending it alone. I know I messed up and the last people you probably want to be around are my parents, but I want you there.” I gripped a handful of hair and let the truth bleed out. “I need you there, okay? You’re my best friend. I meant that, Elizabeth. Even with everything else, you’re still my best friend. That’s all that matters to me.”
Softly, her lids fell closed. I could see her wavering, hesitating over every concealed unknown we both wished we could see. She finally opened her eyes, the smallest movement of her head as she timidly nodded. “Okay.”
Okay.
My pounding heart steadied, the torment of the last five days silenced.
Okay.
She blinked a thousand questions, the uncertainty in her frame mimicking everything I felt. Neither of us knew where we were headed or how we’d handle these unanswered questions. The only thing I could do was hang onto her okay. Somehow I knew we would be okay.
“We’re supposed to meet my parents at the restaurant at 6:00, so I’ll meet you at your apartment at 5:30. We’ll have to take a cab.”
“I’m guessing I need to dress up?”
I offered a compensating laugh and scratched at the nape of my neck. “Uh...yeah.”
Elizabeth frowned in the cutest way. “Of course you’d have to make me dress up.” That tease was inflected in her tone, the casual ease I loved about Elizabeth.
Maybe we could
make it back to that place.
Cocking my chin up and to the side, a playful grin spread my lips. “Oh, you can blame that all on my parents. And I probably don’t need to warn you about them. Just plan on a dinner filled with awkward silences interjected with the occasional bouts of my dad criticizing me for being a total failure. Don’t worry. Chances are, they won’t find you worth looking twice in your direction.”
I injected as much humor as I could dish into the words, though they still came with a bite, an early apology for what I was about to put her through. I felt obligated to warn her how absolutely terrible dinner would be, how callus my parents truly were. Honestly, I hated to subject her to them, but I wasn’t lying when I told her I needed her there.
That tenderness I could never deserve surfaced on her face again, a sympathy only offered in the kindness of my friend. “I get it, Christian.” Her arm swung out, her fingers grazing just the side of my hand. “I’m going for you. Not for them.”
I tensed my shoulders and rocked up onto my toes, then back onto my heels. “I promise I’ll take you out for ice cream afterwards to make up for it.”
One side of her mouth lifted, and a small laugh fluttered from her perfect mouth. “It’s a deal.”
I struggled with the urge to kiss her, tried to remember the lines that had been drawn that now were blurred and smeared, tried to trace back to that moment months before when I’d come to the resolution of who we were and what she meant to me.
I stepped back, minutely shaking my head, realizing Elizabeth could never be contained by that definition. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I whispered.
“I’ll be ready.”
Elizabeth brushed past me and ambled down the corridor with her head held low again.
I watched her go.
When she glanced at me over her shoulder, my chest tightened. The movement was pensive, searching.
A small, thankful smile tugged at one side of my mouth, and my hand fluttered up in a hesitant wave.
She smiled back. And I saw it again, the way she looked at me that night. It singed my skin, warmed my face, expanded and pushed at my ribs.
I rubbed at my chest, shaken by the impact of her parting glance.
Pushing it off, I instead savored the respite I found in her okay.
When she disappeared into the milling crowd, I turned around and ran to catch the last couple minutes of my class.
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I took my time getting ready for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s not like I could sit around alone in my apartment any longer. All I wanted was to be back in Elizabeth’s presence, to see her face and again be reminded that we would be okay.
I dressed in black dress pants, a dark maroon button-up, and a matching tie, then ran some product through my hair to maintain some semblance of style. All I needed was to give my father another reason to tear into me.
I called my mom yesterday after I’d caught the last of my class to tell her to make reservations for four because I was bringing a friend. She’d hesitated, before she scolded me for doing something like this when I knew it would upset my father. I flat out told her I didn’t give a shit what my father thought. They were the last two people I wanted to spend Thanksgiving with, anyway. How sad was that? I dreaded seeing them. My own parents. Sometimes I thought maybe my mother tried, but most of the time, she was like some mindless robot next to my father, as if she didn’t have her own feelings or something.
The only thing that would make it halfway bearable was Elizabeth being there.
I glanced at the clock as I tied my too-shiny black shoes, anxious to get to her. I knew Elizabeth was stepping out, throwing herself into a world where she would feel completely uncomfortable, and I knew she was only doing it for me.
Selfless.
Exactly the opposite of me.
This girl was like none other.
At 5:15, I pulled on my jacket and left my apartment. It was freezing outside. I paused to look up. Heavy, dark clouds hung low, the tops of the skyscrapers disappearing into the winter sky. Night pressed in, and a chill rolled down my spine. I blew into my hands and rubbed them together before I buried them deep in my coat pockets for warmth. Turning, I headed in Elizabeth’s direction.
Outside her building, I looked up to the second floor where her light glowed from behind her drapes. Blood rushed to my ears, and my pulse bolted ahead of me.
Get it together.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I bounded up the steps. My hand shook when I lifted it to her door. I rapped at the wood.
“One second,” echoed from the other side.
Impatience shuffled my feet, and I jerked my head up when the door suddenly flew open.
Warmth blasted across my face, and Elizabeth stood, framed in her doorway.
For a flash, we both froze, trapped, contemplating the other. I smiled lightly as my gaze traveled her face, making sure she was there, that she wanted to be beside me as much as I wanted to be beside her. Tonight she wore more makeup than I’d ever seen her wear, her brown eyes kissed with gold and browns and shimmer, rimmed in black. Her hair was twisted up with pieces tumbling down in all the right places. Every time she blinked, I was struck, mesmerized, the perfection of this girl something that had undone me.
My gaze traveled down. There were a rare few in this world who could stop me in my tracks, but it was only Elizabeth who could bring me to my knees. Her white collared blouse was fitted, the buttons starting just at the top of the cleft of her breasts. Her black skirt was flowy and swished just above her knees. She wore nylons and heels, something I’d never witnessed her in before.
My mouth was dry by the time I looked back at her face, and her cheeks had reddened with my obvious perusal. I cleared my throat, my voice low. “You look amazing, Elizabeth.”
Stunning. Breathtaking.
One of her hands fluttered up to her neck and she self-consciously toyed with a piece of hair that had fallen from the twist. “Thank you.”
Finally, unease seemed to cause her to tear herself away. She turned her back to me, leaving the door open. “Come on in. Let me grab my purse and coat.” The words rushed from her mouth in a tumble, an awkwardness rising in the air, tension that neither of us knew how to deal with. The click of her heels on her hardwood floor punctuated the nerves firing between us.
And I should have known it would be this way, that like Elizabeth had said, whatever this was could no longer be ignored. The second I stepped through her apartment door, it all crashed over me—the way she had smelled, the way she had tasted, the way she had felt. My body reacted, and I was picturing her up against the counter, could hear the sounds that had whispered from her mouth.
I squeezed my eyes and attempted to will it away. Maybe Elizabeth was right. Maybe I couldn’t be around her, because I could do nothing to control the desire from belting me now.
When she looked back at me, I knew she felt it, too. Regret twitched her face as her eyes flitted to the same spot where my mind had just been, but then she turned away and pulled on a long, heavy gray coat. She grabbed a small purse she clutched in her hand. “Are you ready?”
Forcing the reaction down, I smiled, and this time I made it a promise. I would do anything to ensure we were okay.
I swung the door open and stood aside so she could go ahead of me, before I followed her out the door. I jiggled her knob to be sure it was locked. Our footsteps echoed as we carefully made our way down the stairwell. Elizabeth walked slower than normal as she traversed the stairs in heels, her breaths short and rasped as they filled the enclosed space.
“Are you nervous?” I asked.
She slowed, glanced over her shoulder, that same expression on her face. “Yes.”
My feet couldn’t move when she looked at me that way, and I gripped the railing and sucked in a breath when that feeling struck me again.
Elizabeth continued on, and cold air gusted into the stairwell when Elizabeth opened the door. Ahead of me, she shuddered and dipped her h
ead as if it would protect her from the surge of winter blanketing the city, before she paused and pressed her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. She pushed the door wide and rushed out into the night.
What was she doing?
The door swung closed behind her, and I found my footing and ran down the last few steps to follow her out.
I froze just outside the door.
Elizabeth was there, in the middle of the sidewalk, her arms and face raised to the sky as she slowly spun in a circle.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets to block out some of the chill and stood there watching as little flecks of snow flitted down and melted on the soft skin of Elizabeth’s face. It was one of the most meager shows of snowfall I’d ever seen, but to Elizabeth, it appeared to be the most magical thing she’d ever witnessed. The smile on her face was enough to light up the whole town. Enough to light up my life.
She spun around, looked back at me as if I hadn’t been the culprit of our downfall five days earlier. Flashes of joy sparked in her eyes. “Christian...can you believe it? It’s snowing.”
She shook her head in awe and lifted her face back to the lights reflected in the stormy night sky. Wrapped up in this momentous event, Elizabeth seemed to be more thankful than I had the capacity to make sense of because it was something I’d taken for granted my entire life. Beauty.
It slammed into me so hard it nearly knocked me from my feet. At the same time, it felt completely natural. Inevitable. Simple.
I loved her.
My eyes dropped closed, savoring the truth soaking my body, my nerves thrilling in excitement while my heart beat with a steady content.
I loved her.
I opened my eyes to find her staring over at me, her arms held up just at her sides, as if she’d caught sight of me and had been trapped in that very spot. “What’s wrong?”
A breath escaped through my nose, manifested in the cold air, the space between us too great. “Nothing’s wrong, Elizabeth. Everything is perfect.”
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