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Because I told Daddy I’m going to build houses when I grow up.
Grey Eyes watches me closely but he says nothing as I grab his injured arm. Biting down my lip, I lay it on my lap and draw on the non-injured side.
Once I’m done, he studies my drawing. “What is that?”
“An arrow.”
“Why an arrow?”
“Daddy says when you feel bad, you should keep that energy inside.”
“Why inside?”
“So you can store it for later. Bad things happen for a reason.”
“Bad things happen for a reason,” he repeats, staring between the arrow and my face before a small smile breaks on his lips.
I love that smile.
I want to kiss it, not to make it better, but because I love it.
So I do just that. I lean over and press my lips to the corner of his mouth.
23
Elsa
Present
I startle awake. My hair sticks to the side of my face with sweat. Sitting in bed, I pull my knees to my chest like in that dream.
Only it wasn’t a dream. It was a memory of when Aiden got the scar on his forearm.
Raw emotions creep under my skin like creatures from the night, rough and mysterious.
The tattoos.
His arrow tattoos are inspired by what I drew back then.
He’s right. I’ve been under his skin for such a long time just like he’s been under mine.
Even though I don’t remember everything, I clearly remember that potent connection we shared in the basement.
Our story started there whether I like to admit it or not.
Back then, it was children finding friendship in each other. Truth is, we were and still are lost souls finding refuge in one another.
I check the time and it’s a little after midnight. Retrieving my phone, I type.
Elsa: Are you there?
Aiden has been absent from school
since the scene at the pool three days ago. Apparently, Jonathan didn’t like the way he ended the engagement with Silver and he’s making him pay in the only way Jonathan knows how — taking him away.
They’ve been on some business trip to China. Aiden has been texting me sporadically whenever he finds the time.
To say I miss him would be an understatement and an insult to my feelings.
