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Myf rests back in her chair, lips pulled tight. “I’ve known Dylan since we were kids. I know him better than anyone and I feel like I’m losing him.” I look at her sharply. “I’m not saying this is all you, he was going downhill again before you met. Then, when I saw him the other night when he got back from the States…”
The uptight and stressed Dylan who rear-ended me in the summer springs to mind, but the concerned lines on Myf’s face suggests he’s worse. The thought of the man I fell in love with suffering squeezes my heart. If what Myf says is true, he’s not the monster I thought.
“What’s wrong with him?” I ask.
It’s Myf’s turn to refuse to meet my eyes, and she sips her coffee looking over my shoulder. “He’s not coping with life. Even if you don’t want him, at least talk to him and forgive him. If someone like you tells him he isn’t a bad person, then he might be able to forgive himself and move on.”
“I think he needs to do more; he needs to walk away from his current life.”
“I completely agree, and that’s one of the reasons I pushed him to try to make things work with you in the summer.”
“You pushed him?”
“I mean, I told him not to give up on something that filled his empty eyes with hope again.” I widen my eyes at her words. “Sorry, that sounded dramatic but he did come back from Broadbeach ready to move on. Then Lily dragged him backwards.”
Broadbeach. I dismiss my memories of Dylan by the sea, playing in the water, happy and free. “Does he know you’re here?”
“No.”
“He didn’t ask you to do this?”
“No, he’s holed up in his London place ignoring the world. I think the tour knocked him.”
I waver, maybe I could see him, but how and where could I speak to him? “I really don’t know; he’s had months to contact me himself.”
Myf twirls her coffee cup on the table. “I have a guy in my life who I knew the day I met him would always be in my life. I’d dated other guys but never clicked like I did with Miles. It’s impossible to explain to someone who has never experienced that connection with another person. You hear people talk about soul mates and it sounds like a bunch of crap but within days of knowing him, I knew I’d never love anyone else.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I say hoarsely, as she describes an uncomfortable similarity to me.
“Dylan told me the idea of soul mates was horseshit in no uncertain terms when I shared how I felt about Miles. Then he came back from Broadbeach and told me he knew exactly what I meant. And the positive aura around him told me this was true.”
“Yeah, things were pretty intense, but…”
“But you don’t believe in fairy tales?” smiles Myf. “I don’t blame you for being cynical, I’m the same, but I think our hearts win in the end. If in your heart you believe Dylan is a bad person, I’ll go away and not tell him anything about our meeting. But if you’ve got your emotions on lockdown, listen to what your intuition says.”
This strange, softly spoken woman emanates truth and serenity in a way I’ve never come across before. Dylan’s guardian angel sits across the table, her voice and look imploring me to listen. The love Myf has for her friend is clear, and I think there’s something very wrong with Dylan for her to take the step of coming to see me.
I know the reason. Nobody else cares about him.
