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“He’s family, right? Maybe you’ll live with him,” she said.
That’s what I’m nervous about, I thought to myself.
“We’ve been distant recently. I wouldn’t fit into his life,” I whispered.
“Maya, our life is our families. There’s no fitting in.”
I wish things were easy like that, I thought.
I stared at my wrists instead of making any comment. Rubbing the gauze back and forth, I gritted my teeth at the uncomfortable feeling it caused.
“Do you have any romantic relationships, Maya? Someone special in your life?”
“Does your education include to ask all the wrong questions?” I snorted.
“The fact that you don’t want to answer makes it the right question,” she fired back with a grin.
“Touché.”
“Well…” she pressed for an answer.
“It’s complicated,” I said with a sigh. Silence filled the air as she waited for me to continue. I was trying to put my thoughts in order. “Have you ever loved someone you shouldn’t, Miss Bailey?”
She frowned and shook her head slowly.
“Well, you’re lucky.”
“You do? You love someone you shouldn’t?”
“Actually, even this term is stupid. Someone I shouldn’t love. Shouldn’t why? Who decides that? Can someone choose who to fall in love with? How can people decide what’s right or wrong for me?”
She nodded thoughtfully, like recording my every word. “So, you love someone, but it’s wrong for people around you?”
I nodded. “It’s wrong in everyone’s mind, but it’s the only right thing I know. There’s nothing truer than loving him. It’s the only thing in this world to make me feel alive, happy… right. How can something like this be wrong?”
Her face was tense with concentration as she tried to read the meaning behind my words. I didn’t know if she understood what and who I was referring to, but her posture was rigid when she leaned toward me.
“You’re still so young, Maya. At your age, these kinds of feelings can be complicated. Easily confused. Are you sure it’s love?”
“I have never been surer about something. He’s the air I breathe, the blood that runs in my veins.”
She cringed when I said blood, but I wasn’t sure if it was the sign that she understood.
“Are you in a relationship with him?” she asked slowly. She was choosing every word carefully now.
The memories of us came to me like short clips and pictures. Little mementos of happy times.
Every time he comforted me when I was upset.
How he rent me a bicycle, so I could learn how to ride it.
The way his eyes shone brightly whenever he smiled. He wouldn’t smile with his lips. He would smile with his eyes. His whole face would transform.
The way he kissed away my tears.
How he let me curl into his lap just because I was bored.
The way he looked at me...
