Infinite Days
Lenah.
    Tiny splashes hit my face, and I could feel the drops run down my cheeks. A chill ran through my body. In my vampire state, I would have felt nothing but the drops hitting my body, like a body gone numb. I would have known I was drenched but would have felt nothing. This time, I raised my hands higher in the air and closed my eyes, letting the rain drip between my fingers and down my arms. The water drenched through my jeans and eventually I was soaked through. I curled my toes into the mud and took in a deep breath.
    “You do this often?” I heard a boy’s voice call from afar. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. From a top floor of a dormitory across from me, Justin Enos smiled from an open window. I hadn’t realized I was standing next to the boys’ dorm, Quartz. I took a second to think of a retort.
    “Maybe,” I called back.
    “Glad to see you found your pants,” he said, and folded his arms on the windowsill. “What are you doing?”
    “What does it look like?” A thrill of goose bumps shimmied over my arms. I noticed in a couple of other windows some boys were watching me as well.
    “Like you’ve lost your mind.”
    “It’s not racing boats at a murderous speed, but it’s invigorating nonetheless.” I smiled, and a crack of thunder crashed in the dark sky. I didn’t flinch at the sudden boom. Justin smirked.
    “All right. I get you,” he said, and closed the window. Maybe he was offended? I snuck a peek behind me. A hundred feet or so away was the Union. I looked back at Quartz dorm. A stone arch framed a darkened alleyway leading to the lobby. After a moment, Justin came through the archway in no shirt and a pair of mesh shorts with the words wickham in white lettering. He was barefoot and joined me in the middle of the green.
    My arms at my side, I lifted my chin toward the sky. Justin smiled at me and then did the same. The rain slapped on the cement path and lightly tapped against the grass beneath our feet.
    “Definitely not racing boats,” he said after a moment. I opened my eyes. His chest was covered in rain, and we were both drenched. We smiled at the sky, then at each other, and for the moment I forgot I was nearly five hundred years older than he was. “What’s your name?” he asked, his green eyes protected by long, wet lashes.
    “Lenah Beaudonte.”
    He stuck out a wet hand. “Justin Enos.”
    We shook hands, and I held on a bit longer than I expected. His skin was rough on the palms but smooth on the top. He let go first.
    “Thank you, Lenah Beaudonte,” he said, and put his hand by his side before I could sneak a peek at his inner wrist. We kept our eyes on each other and I didn’t look away. I tried to decipher the new emotion coming up through my body. It was—strange. This boy wasn’t Rhode, but he was— something to me. I examined the curve of his upper lip, the way it sloped down and met a proud and full bottom lip. His nose was slim, and his eyes were green but set farther apart than Rhode’s. They were well-framed beneath dirty blond eyebrows. The green was so different from Rhode’s blue. My Rhode. Who was gone forever.
    “You look really sad,” he said, interrupting my thoughts.
    Not what I was expecting.
    “Do I?”
    Justin lifted his face up into the air so the rain smacked his face even more directly.
    “Are you?” he asked, still looking up.
    I nodded once when he looked back at me. “A little.”
    “You miss your parents?”
    I shook my head. “Brother,” I said. It was the closest I would get to the truth. Boyfriend was wrong. Lover was wrong. Soul mate was a bit dramatic.
    “What would cheer you up?” He was almost smiling at me now, a crooked smile. “Besides standing in the rain.”
    This is helping, was the thought that came to mind. Thank goodness it was getting dark. He couldn’t see me blush.
    “I’m not sure.”
    “I’m gonna have to do something about that,” he said. I could feel his energy. It was mischievous,

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