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“Not here yet.” I bite on my bagel once it’s ready.
“So.” She sighs. “Ready for this?”
I nod. I can’t speak today. Gia has a way of pulling things out of me. If she wanted me to shed tears today, she could make me.
“I don’t want you lifting anything.”
“It’s nice of Damon to take care of the movers. You deserve to be taken care of. I like him for that.”
My old self would be quick to defend Harvey. But not today.
“Well, I’ll start putting some stuff in your car at least.”
Thirty minutes later, the movers come and swiftly transfer all my boxes and the bed frame to the truck.
Hours later, the truck is heading to my dad’s house, and I know I need to say goodbye to Harvey so that I can open the door for the moving company to start unpacking at my dad’s.
“I’ll be in the car.” My sister squeezes my arm and leaves.
“Don’t go,” I hear behind me.
The words are spoken so softly you’d think I made them up. Maybe to help myself heal, to move on from this, or to remindmyself that even though it didn’t work out, what we shared was something special.
It seems the odds were always against us. One because we’re young and two because of the accident.
I gulp down years of guilt, love, and loyalty. It’s all still there; it’s not about to go away overnight. Despite how easy it’d be to give in to his demand, I know we must do this. We must fall apart—completely—to truly move on and see where life takes us.
He takes my hand, so I turn to face the blond-haired, blue-eyed artist one more time. So much potential. I hope she helps him see it.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I was mad. Fuck, I’m still mad. But ...”
“It’s okay.” I swallow. “We’ll be okay, Harvey.” I tell him words I don’t even believe. This will break me. I’m not sure about him. I hope he rises from this instead of being crushed under the weight of the darkness sure to come.
He hands me a folded piece of paper. “For later.”
I nod. There are so many words and so many things left to say. Yet would they change anything? Why give him hope when there’s no competition between him and Damon?
It should’ve been easy. Get my taste of Damon, move on with my life with Harvey, and work on our issues.
I was never supposed to fall in love with Damon.
“Day by day, Harvey. That’s how we get through this.”
So many curses, so many broken pieces, so many scorching silences, all coming to an end. Is it possible to seek the familiarity of dark moments? To seek shelter in your depression because that’s the only stability you’ll ever have?
“Don’t forget about me.”
If words could break me, those would be it. “Never,” I whisper.
“All right, Harv Harv, I booked some strippers for later. Time to get this party started.” Henrik looks at us with a big smile.
I shake my head, knowing he’s joking.
Claire walks in behind him. “Sorry, I didn’t know—”
Seems she and I do have something in common. We’re both with men who don’t tell us anything.
“It’s okay.” I take a deep breath, knowing it’s my cue to leave. “Bye, Harvey.”
