For now.
Right now they were so, so true.
“The star,” Elian said, numb, unfeeling. No love. No hate. Nothing.
“I told you why I got it.” I was getting frustrated.
Explanations were a waste of time. Unnecessary.
“That was a lie.” He seemed so certain.
What was the point in arguing?
One lie. So many lies.
“He took one life but gave me another. How can I reconcile myself to that? That the devil who murdered my sister is responsible for you?”
I said nothing.
“What sort of twisted, fucked up universe brought you into my life?” he screamed at a sky that wouldn’t answer.
Silence.
Solitude.
It gave him nothing and everything.
“I’m not him,” I said, echoing Matt’s words. His mantra meant to keep me sane. Together.
Elian ran trembling hands through his hair.
“You’re not him. I know that.”
Relief sweet and pure flooded through me.
Disappointment stabbed just as viciously.
“Don’t leave,” I whispered, holding on to him selfishly. Knowing what I now knew about the man beside me, I shouldn’t push it. I should back away. Let him find his way on his own.
The pills down the drain.
Those pills…down the drain.
I watched him closely wondering how I had missed it.
His mask was effective. It hid more than I had realized.
Even from me.
“I don’t want to,” Elian cried. Shattered.
I got to my feet and walked back to my car.
Leaving him.
Alone.
With his ghosts.
With my ghosts.
With everything that haunted the both of us.
I thought we were going to get ice cream. But we drove. And drove. And drove.
The roads were slick with rain, the night endless and forever.
Waylon Jennings sang softly and he crooned along. A deep, strong voice that I loved more than anything.
“Where are we going, Daddy?” I asked from the backseat. I was getting tired. I thought we were just going for ice cream.
We had been driving for so long.
“We’re finding a star, Lay. Just for you.”
I smiled and looked out the window. My daddy was finding me a star. I was a lucky, lucky girl.
I had the best Daddy in the whole wide world.
I read through the stories I had written down in my notebook.
In a fit of anger I ripped out one of the pages and balled it up in my fist.
Throw it away!
Deep breaths. In and out.
I slowly unclenched my fingers and laid the paper on the table. Smoothing it out. Delicately. Tenderly.
I tucked it back where it belonged and turned to blank lines. I needed safe words.
Feelings I had never before experienced flowed free.
Shallow waters
Silent nights
I lost you somewhere
Along the pebbled paths
And forgotten streams.
Don’t speak
Eyes closed
Mouths shut
Tongues tied
I lost you
Among the empty forests
And abandoned rooms.
I looked and looked
But you won’t see me
Hands out
Begging you
Stay
You
Won’t.
I hadn’t realized I was crying. The ink blotted on the paper. Smearing.
I was crying.
I was crying.
I never cried.
I was.
Falling.
Back.
Together.
My phone rang, interrupting empty dreams.
“Hello?”
“Layna.”
“Elian.” I gripped the phone tight in my hand.
“Can I come over?”
Can he come over?
“Yes.”
He hung up.
I got out of bed and put on my robe, walking out to the living room. The ticking clock said it was three in the morning. The darkness was thick around me. I didn’t turn on lights.
I opened the blinds and stood in front of the window. Waiting for him.
He was going to want answers.
Did I want to give them to him?
Did he deserve the secrets of my soul?
Remember. Just remember.
As if I could forget. The details, the minute facts are what I struggled with.
Blank faces. Blurred images. My mind was reeling with unknown torments.