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“Do you remember that bracelet you made me when we were twelve?”
She sits up, shifting to look at me. “Of course, you wore it all the time.”
“Yeah, I did.” I reach over to my nightstand, rummaging around until I find what I’m looking for. “I found it in one of my drawers the other day. It’s a little beat-up, but I think it’s still wearable.”
She takes the bracelet from my hand and examines it closely, running her fingers over the worn threads. “I can’t believe you kept it.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t throw away things that are important to me.”
She winces, fingers pressed to her cherry-red lips. “Was that a dig at me?”
“Of course not.”
She blows out a long breath, shifting to face me. “Well, for what it’s worth, I should tell you that I’m sorry, anyway. Really sorry. I know we’ve been avoiding the subject. That we haven’t really talked about the reasons . . . but we both know I’m the one who pulled away.”
“Lila, I swear I didn’t mean?—”
“Let me finish, okay?” She wraps a hand around my bicep, gently squeezing. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was confused, and I pushed you away when I didn’t know what else to do. It was immature. Childish, even.”
“I knew what you were doing, Li. I may not have known why, but I let you get away with it. I felt you drifting, and I allowed it to happen because I didn’t know how much it would break me.”
“Break you?”
I give her a sheepish smile. “Just a little.”
“And now?”
“Now.” I hold out my wrist. “Tie it on for me. Will you, Li?”
She gives me a hesitant smile, slipping the bracelet over my hand and deftly knotting it in place. “There. Good as new.”
“Thanks.” I admire the faded bracelet for a moment, a sense of comfort blanketing me. “You know, it’s funny. I used to wear this thing to remind me of you when we were apart. But after a while, I couldn’t bear to look at it.”
Her face softens. “Oh?”
“I missed you too much. It was a painful reminder. But now, it just feels like a little piece of home.”
She rests her head back on my chest, snuggling closer. “You know, I still have mine, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s in my jewelry box back at the apartment. I don’t wear it anymore, but I could never bring myself to get rid of it.”
“I’m glad,” I say. And there’s that godforsaken dirt again, threatening to fill me up. “I always wondered if you kept it, too.”
“Of course I did. We’ve held on to each other in our own little ways.”
“We never really let go.” I breathe through it this time, gravel collecting in my throat. It’s painstaking, awkward, and rushed, but I somehow push myself back out of the hole I’ve dug. I tried my best to bury it these last few weeks, I truly did. But some things just can’t be held in.
“I’m gonna tell you something now,” I say, “and it’s probably the wrong thing to do. It’s probably gonna screw everything up between us.”
She visibly stiffens. “Then maybe you shouldn’t.”
“I think I have to. It just . . . there’s this suffocating feeling inside me, like I’ve been physically buried alive, and I think this is the only way to fix it.”
“Oh God, what is it?”
“You know I love you, right?” I ask her, the words rough as they spill from my throat. “I’ve loved you since we were kids, and I still love you now.”
