There was another
lull. No texts, no photos, no
videos.
Things, for a few weeks,
seemed normal.
Bella acted like nothing
was going on. She was growing distant though.
Luke…
Luke cooked me
dinner. It wasn’t great, but the gesture
was sweet.
We sat on the hardwood
floor of his studio apartment. We drank
a bottle of wine. He played music. We talked.
We didn’t talk about “it”. We
kissed, we touched, we…
I had lost track of how
long we had been together. A couple of
weeks? A month?
He made the anxiety go
away. He made my life feel like normal
again. He…
He was smiling.
Lying on a mattress on
the floor, a thin gray blanket wrapped around the two of us. He smiled.
“I love you.” He whispered.
He kissed me.
I loved him, too.
In his arms I slept.
Peacefully.
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