me.
He was right.
I do have a thing for everything crazy and dangerous.
“Cut open, yeah.” His eyes glow as he stares down at me. “I’m that.”
I’m compelled to say, “It won’t help, you know. Hurting other people. Revenge.”
His skin heats up just under my touch, becomes hotter than before, and my fingers skitter over his cheek, hitting all the sharp, stunning bumps of his face.
My sun.
“It feels fucking fantastic though,” he says with a cold lopsided smile before moving away.
He settles himself at the railing and all I can do is stare at him and rub my heated fingers together. All I can do is think that I’m Icarus. The fool with wings made of wax.
They say it’s arrogance that led Icarus to fly too close to the sun. They’re crazy. It wasn’t arrogance.
It was love.
He loved the sun too much. And that’s why he couldn’t stay away.
That’s why I can’t stay away either so I bridge the gap between us and stand where he’s standing. He gives me a distracted glance before looking away and reaching back into his pocket, fishing something out.
A pack of cigarettes.
He gets one out with practiced ease, pops it in his mouth, almost clenching it between his teeth. Then he reaches back again and takes out a box of matchsticks. He lights one up with a deft flick of his wrist, and cupping his palm around the cigarette, he gets the tip burning.
He does it all with such smoothness, like he’s been doing it for years, and I know he has.
I know.
I know about his smoking habit. His secret smoking habit.
But still, as he hollows out his cheeks and sends a gray puff of cloud skyward, I blurt out, “You’re smoking.”
He looks at the cigarette like he’s seeing it for the first time and sort of sighs. “Yeah. Just don’t tell my mom.”
I know that he isn’t serious but like the crazy girl I am, I can’t help but say, “That’s what you said to me. The first time we met.”
He was about to pop it in his mouth again, but he stops midway and turns his head to look at me. “The first time we met.”
“Yeah.”
Then he turns his whole body toward me, forgoing the sight of the river. Not only that, he does it in a way that makes me think that I’ve arrested all his attention. “What’d I say?”
I never thought we’d have this conversation.
I never thought we’d have any conversation really, let alone a conversation about the first time we saw each other, while hanging out on a desolate bridge, in the middle of the night.
So I don’t hesitate when I tell him, “It was early morning. You came in through the kitchen door after your run and you didn’t see me there. You got the juice out from the fridge and you drank straight from the carton. And then you realized someone was watching. It was me. So you turned and said don’t tell my mom.”
He also said something else.
He asked me if I was cold but I don’t think he’d remember that. That’s okay though. It’s okay if only I remember the details of our first meeting.
It’s not his burden anyway.
It’s mine.
“And you were hidden between the wall and that old china cabinet. You had a blanket wrapped around you, didn’t you?”
His words cut through the air between us and steal my breath away.
He remembers.
Gosh, he remembers.
But that’s not the only thing he remembers because then, he goes ahead and says, “Because you were cold.”
A stupid lump of emotion forms in my throat and I clear it away to nod and say, “Yeah. Because I was cold.”
“Because you’re always cold.”
“I am,” I whisper, grabbing the lapels of his vintage jacket.
I rub my nose in the collar and eat up his scent. And he watches me do that as he brings the cigarette up to his lips and takes a drag.
“I didn’t, you know?” I whisper.
He tips up his face before exhaling and gray smoke fills the space between us. “You didn’t what?”
“I didn’t tell her about the juice thing. Ever,” I tell him when the smoke clears and I can see his bright eyes again, on me. And then I tell him something else. “And neither did I tell her or anyone for that matter, that sometimes when everyone’s asleep, you sneak out of the house. You go to the backyard and you stand under my window. And you smoke. Even though Leah told you not to.”
In my knowledge,