thinking to himself, Just let it go. This once, will you drop it and let it go?
âSo. Iâm almost afraid to ask. Do you love me, Evan?â
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lying together
sweat cooling on his chest
no whispers
quiet and still
Is anything wrong?
No. I was just
thinking we ought to
be married soon, so I
can go back to Pennsylvania with you
in the fall.
one arm behind his head
We canât get married
Iâm only seventeen
But we love each
other
donât we?
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he said
nothing
But I love you.
Donât you love me?
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E van digs his heels in. He is not going to ease away or change the subject. And heâs not going to say it, either; just this once heâs not going to go along quietly and try to fit into Carrieâs mold. âWhy does everything always have to be about love?â he asks, impatient. âWhy canât it ever just be aboutâ¦about being together and enjoying each otherâs company and having a good time?â
Carrieâs shocked into silence. Of course. Heâs always broken down and said what she needs to hear. Always.
Just not today. He feels like sheâs attached to him, glued to his side, and itâs all pressing in on him.
âIs that all I am to you?â she asks in disbelief. âA good time?â
âGod,â Evan says, staring at the ceiling. âSometimes itâs not even that.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThatâs all you ever say: âDo you love me Evan, do you love me Evan, do you love me Evan?â
Thereâs that shocked silence again. And then he canât believe it.
She asks him again .
âWell? Do you?â
It all goes through his mind in a flash: how she used to be happy just being with him. How he used to look forward to seeing her, not dread it. How she always finds fault with him now, as if heâs not trying hard enough.
Now heâs just tired. Tired of the whole conversation, of the whole thing. âI donât know anymore,â he tells her, not bothering to pretty it up.
âI never would have slept with you if Iâd thought you didnât love me.â
Her voice trembles. But thereâs no sympathy left in him; she drained the last bit of sympathy out of him when she asked it one too many times.
âAnd I never would have thought I loved you,â he informs her, âif you hadnât made it part of having sex.â
Itâs funny, this is one of those times that he doesnât know what he feels until he says it out loud.
âHave you ever loved me?â Carrieâs on the verge of tearsâCarrie, who never cries.
It stings Evan, makes him feel guilty. âHow am I supposed to know? If you want somebody and you care about them and you like being around them and youâre used to being around them, how are you supposed to know if itâs love?â
Carrieâs face is pale. âItâs a simple question. Did you ever love me?â
âYouâre always saying itâs love, so I thought it had to be.â
She sucks in a deep, shaky breath. When she exhales, sheâs able to look at him steadily. âOne more time, Evan,â she says. âDid you ever love me?â
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his answer:
one embarrassed
laugh as if
his heart had
snapped shut
and I knew it had
never been open
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E van rolls onto his side and props himself up on one elbow so he can look directly at Carrie. It occurs to him in a flash: Carrie says she loves him, but she doesnât act like she does. Not anymore.
She acts like sheâs going to make him be the answer to her fill-in-the-blank question.
He didnât really understand till this moment that heâs been needing space, and he certainly didnât know why. He didnât realize that one or both of them had changed, or grown, or something .
âNo,â he tells her. âI donât think I ever did.â
Carrieâs face goes white.
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