annoying it is to have her call you and barely talk? Ugh. And yet it’s near impossible to get her off the phone.”
I could only imagine Charlotte and her speech paralysis with Nicholas, but I didn’t have time to think about that now. I realized something most disturbing, and I needed to find out the answer while I still had control of myself. I was a breath away from drowning in my emotions.
I could barely whisper the words. “Did you see me leave since you got here?” I had to ask even though I knew the answer before Nicholas said anything.
“ No,” he replied shaking his head, confusion clouding his brown eyes. His shaggy blond hair tickled his nose as he brushed it aside. “You couldn’t have, not without me knowing.”
I couldn’t speak. My eyes spilled over and I started to sob.
Nicholas pulled me back onto my bed and wrapped his big arms around me. I could feel his concern in the careful way he touched me. He rubbed my arms in a way that made me feel like he was handling a porcelain doll. I couldn’t contain it any longer, and I proceeded to fall to pieces, for the second time that evening. I couldn’t even talk. I buried my head in his chest as the tears continued to stream from my eyes.
Was the whole meadow with Elliott tonight a dream? How could I have gotten there, or back, without knowing and without waking Nicholas? I couldn’t see how it could have been a dream. The smells, the sensations, the sweet texture of his voice were much too vivid for a dream. But they were too fantastic to be real, either.
“ What is it Lilly?” Nicholas sounded scared and concerned for the broken girl he currently held in his arms.
I buried myself deeper. Trying to hide myself from my mind. I couldn’t seem to trust it these days.
Nicholas rubbed my back, realizing I was in no condition to talk. He laid us back on my bed, wrapped a blanket around me, then tucked me securely within the protection of his muscles. It probably would have felt comforting if it had not been the same exact position I had been in moments ago with Elliott. I think .
A whole new wave of tears started to gush from the endless fountains that were once my eyes. Nicholas continued to hold me tight, gently rub my back, and ask me what was wrong. It felt like forever before I could get enough control of myself to construct sentences. When I could finally force air through my mouth in the formation of known words, the act of trying to verbally convey what was making me so upset, set me off again.
“ It’s okay Lilly. It’s okay,” was all Nicholas ended up saying over and over again as I fell asleep exhausted, in the safe confines of his arms.
I slept so soundly, having been completely depleted of energy from my crying rant, that I don’t think I moved an inch the rest of the night. I woke in exactly the same position I remembered falling asleep in, huddled in Nicholas’s protective arms.
I felt so thankful that he’d decided to come and check on me in the middle of the night. I don’t know what I would have done had I been alone with my thoughts. Personally, in my opinion, I was thinking too much these days. But the never-ending enigma that was Elliott was an addiction for my mind.
My muscles felt sore after everything, and I was hungry. My stomach growled. I couldn’t recall having eaten anything for dinner. I tried to stretch without waking Nicholas, but as I wiggled he tightened his hold on me and mumbled, “It’s okay Lilly. It’s okay sweetie. I love you,” in his sleep.
I lay shock still. Nicholas had been my best friend since the day he moved into the neighborhood. We were perfect compliments. Our minds often worked as one. More often than not, we would even finish each others sentences. Why! Oh why, was he trying to ruin everything?
I wiggled again. This time with enough force to wake him up. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
“ Morning Nicholas.” I smiled through gritted teeth, attempting not to breath my
I could only imagine Charlotte and her speech paralysis with Nicholas, but I didn’t have time to think about that now. I realized something most disturbing, and I needed to find out the answer while I still had control of myself. I was a breath away from drowning in my emotions.
I could barely whisper the words. “Did you see me leave since you got here?” I had to ask even though I knew the answer before Nicholas said anything.
“ No,” he replied shaking his head, confusion clouding his brown eyes. His shaggy blond hair tickled his nose as he brushed it aside. “You couldn’t have, not without me knowing.”
I couldn’t speak. My eyes spilled over and I started to sob.
Nicholas pulled me back onto my bed and wrapped his big arms around me. I could feel his concern in the careful way he touched me. He rubbed my arms in a way that made me feel like he was handling a porcelain doll. I couldn’t contain it any longer, and I proceeded to fall to pieces, for the second time that evening. I couldn’t even talk. I buried my head in his chest as the tears continued to stream from my eyes.
Was the whole meadow with Elliott tonight a dream? How could I have gotten there, or back, without knowing and without waking Nicholas? I couldn’t see how it could have been a dream. The smells, the sensations, the sweet texture of his voice were much too vivid for a dream. But they were too fantastic to be real, either.
“ What is it Lilly?” Nicholas sounded scared and concerned for the broken girl he currently held in his arms.
I buried myself deeper. Trying to hide myself from my mind. I couldn’t seem to trust it these days.
Nicholas rubbed my back, realizing I was in no condition to talk. He laid us back on my bed, wrapped a blanket around me, then tucked me securely within the protection of his muscles. It probably would have felt comforting if it had not been the same exact position I had been in moments ago with Elliott. I think .
A whole new wave of tears started to gush from the endless fountains that were once my eyes. Nicholas continued to hold me tight, gently rub my back, and ask me what was wrong. It felt like forever before I could get enough control of myself to construct sentences. When I could finally force air through my mouth in the formation of known words, the act of trying to verbally convey what was making me so upset, set me off again.
“ It’s okay Lilly. It’s okay,” was all Nicholas ended up saying over and over again as I fell asleep exhausted, in the safe confines of his arms.
I slept so soundly, having been completely depleted of energy from my crying rant, that I don’t think I moved an inch the rest of the night. I woke in exactly the same position I remembered falling asleep in, huddled in Nicholas’s protective arms.
I felt so thankful that he’d decided to come and check on me in the middle of the night. I don’t know what I would have done had I been alone with my thoughts. Personally, in my opinion, I was thinking too much these days. But the never-ending enigma that was Elliott was an addiction for my mind.
My muscles felt sore after everything, and I was hungry. My stomach growled. I couldn’t recall having eaten anything for dinner. I tried to stretch without waking Nicholas, but as I wiggled he tightened his hold on me and mumbled, “It’s okay Lilly. It’s okay sweetie. I love you,” in his sleep.
I lay shock still. Nicholas had been my best friend since the day he moved into the neighborhood. We were perfect compliments. Our minds often worked as one. More often than not, we would even finish each others sentences. Why! Oh why, was he trying to ruin everything?
I wiggled again. This time with enough force to wake him up. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
“ Morning Nicholas.” I smiled through gritted teeth, attempting not to breath my
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