DeionDakota
He was the full spectrum, I thought, all the light all at once and that made him bright white. Like the light from a welder. I wondered if I held a prism up and looked at him through it, if he would break into a thousands shards of himself.
Impossible, I thought. Not only was he a million things at once, but he was only one person at the same time.
Cam tried to ignore everything. She tried to ignore the incessant sobbing in the background, the way Dustin's mom had her lips pinched closed, the way Dustin was sitting, stone face, right next to her.
Ellie draped her arms over Cam's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Cam."
Yeah, Cam thought, me too.
I bunch up his shirt in my hand and hold it like he's dangling from a cliff.
"Let. Go. Of. Me." He says through clenched teeth, tugging my hands from him gently.
"No," I say, crying as the sheet slips from my hands a bit, "Dustin, no, it's not-"
He'd freed himself and made it to the door, and as he pulled it open and looked back at me he sneered, "Please, don't ruin your moment by soiling it with something as dramatic as 'it's not what it looks like', Jessie."
Cliffs aren't strictly physical things, you know.
I remember thinking about you, and those thoughts were jumping off cliffs. They weren't being physically splattered on an actual rock, but it was quite a fall, nonetheless.
"You can't be serious."
Miles rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, turning and looking James in the face, who just grimly nodded.
"After all this time, she still said no? She still turned you down, even after everything she said to you?"
James nodded again, and Miles got the feeling that his friend felt like he was alone.
"Hey," Miles said, pulling James out of his stupor for a moment, "I'm here."
"Stop!"
She turned and looked at Hannah, her eyes blazing, her hands frozen in the air.
I watched to see what would happed; normally Hannah would back down- normally she would neer stand up for herself in the first plce.
"You go around, furious and negative all the time, and I'm sick of it," Hannah said, holding her gaze. I drew in a breath and waited to see what destruction was sure to follow.
"What did you do?"
I swallow hard, trying not to meet his eyes. He already knows what I did, everyone knows what I did becuase it's what everyone wanted to do. And what nobody wanted me to do.
"Sam," he grows.
I turn to him, trying to match his gaxe, "I asked her to stay."
The world is blurry around the edges suddenly, like my mind has decided the best way to cope with this is not at all.
"What?" I say, my mouth dry and sticky.
My heart rate spikes as she repeats herself and the monitor next to me goes crazy. "You're dying," she says again, "and I am so sorry."
She was glowing- and not in the "light-radiating from" kind of way.
Her smiles were wider and brighter, her eyes were up and her hands moved when she talked.
She was to the rest of the world what she had always been to me, and it was like I didn't know her anymore.
I knew it was over then.
All the comments, all the stupid games. The way my heart lit on fire- it was done as soon as she brushed my hand away.
It was all burnt to hell.
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