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“I know.”
“Dance with me.”
Her eyes widen, the blue and gray clashing for dominance. Despite her constant nagging about her hair and clothes, Annika loves when we dance in the rain. It brings out memories of our first date and kiss. Of the time I decided she’d become mine for good.
Her chin trembles and so does her voice. “But you don’t dance.”
“I do with you.”
“I don’t like the rain.”
“You do for me.” This time when I nod at my extended hand, she takes it.
I tug her so forcibly that she lands against my chest and her small palms fall on my shoulders. My hand grabs onto her waist and we sway slowly to the sound of the rain.
We’re pressed against one another so closely that I want to stop time right at this moment. Lately, whenever we’re this close, she pushes back or tries to put as much distance between us as possible.
But right now, she stares up at me with expectant eyes, eyes so full of light, I want to kick myself and throw my body into a ditch for ever tainting her with my darkness.
These eyes are only meant for light.
We continue swaying slowly, gently, and she doesn’t stop staring at me. Whenever the rain gets in her eyes, she blinks it away to watch me closely, as if wanting to peel open my exterior and peek inside me.
“Does this mean you’ll forget about the past?” she murmurs hopefully, expectantly.
And I hate to crush that hope, or decimate it, but that’s exactly what I have to do to give her a new beginning.
One where I’m not tarnishing her life.
I was always meant to break Annika Volkov. I just didn’t know I’d be the one broken instead.
“I can’t erase my past.”
Her feet come to a halt as everything shakes—her chin, her body, her lips. “What about your present and future?”
“I’ve already lost those.”
“That’s not—”
Her words are cut off when a commotion erupts on other end of the beach.
I frown.
No one is supposed to be here. This island is owned by Grandpa Jonathan and only he and Dad use it whenever they need a holiday. But they wouldn’t come over, considering they both know I’m here.
Unless they decided to come uninvited. Maybe Mum and Nan pressured them into bringing them here to see me?
No.
Something is wrong about this.
“Stay here,” I tell Annika and start to take the road down.
When I turn around to make sure she didn’t go back to the rocky shore, I find her hot on my heels.
“What?” she asks. “I want to know what’s going on.”
It’s useless to try to stop her and we don’t have time anyway. The rain has stopped as abruptly as it started by the time we reach the beach.
