Twenty Five

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I stumble through the halls of Somerset General determined to forget what I've seen. The dark look on Asher's face as he escorted his company to that room. . .

I shake my head. I didn't crawl through the snow to let Ash cloud my thoughts. I'm here for him.

For Liam.

Nurses and surgeons scurry through the halls and the Doctor's Collins are no where to be found.

What was the room number again?

I take a pit stop at the nurses station and get the number. He's just down the hall.

"Ever since that first day, when you told me to sit my ass down in my own seat, I've known. Even if I didn't want to admit it."

In my shocked silence he keeps talking, absentmindedly playing with my hair.

"I guess sometimes I feel so frantic, like I'll snap you in two or lose you any minute. I was holding you so close when we took pictures today and I want it to be like that always, Evie. I need to know you, to understand you. It might be selfish but I want to be your best friend, and your boyfriend."

I stop dead in my tracks. Of all the memories we shared why that one? Why now?

A little voice tells me that I know. Deep down I know. He'd told me he wanted to know, practically begged me to let him in and told me how he didn't want to lose me. Not like he'd lost his mom.

I've been such a fool.

I pick up my pace and run to the door at the end of the hall.

I raise my hand to knock and. . .


"Come in!" I shout.

Camille had come for Audrey Rose a bit ago to give her some pudding from the cafeteria. No doubt that little monster was riding out a sugar high by now.

The door creaked open and I didn't bother to look up from my magazine. What? I was doing some light reading.

"I'm all good Nurse Gionini, no need to fuss."

"Should I be jealous?"

My eyes snap up instantly. That was no nurse, standing before me was an Angel.

"Evie." I breathe. A thousand questions circle in my head, but something seems different.

"Liam I'm so sorry." She hangs her head, coming to my side. "I'm so sorry."

"For what? It's not your fault."I say.

"I threw away what we had. I was selfish and awful, then like a fool I agreed to be friends." She clasps her hand in mine. "We could never be friends."

I try to sit up and get her to look at me.

"What do you mean, E?"

"I thought I was gonna lose you when Camille called." She trembles. "I don't want to be apart anymore, if you can forgive me. . . please take me back."

"Look at me." I whisper. "Are you sure?"

My mind whirls, if we try this again I don't know if I can survive another breakup. But I want it. I want her. I want this so much.

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