"Like what?" I ask, panicked to see her already fading. I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. 'Ind how will I know? How can I be sure it's from you?"
"Trust me, you'll know;" She smiles, waving good-bye as she fades.
Thirty-Six
The moment Riley is gone, I break down and cry, knowing I did the right thing, but still wishing it didn't have to hurt so damn much. I stay like that for a while, curled up on the couch, my body folded into a small tight ball, remembering everything she said about the accident, and how it wasn't real
ly my fault. But even though I wish I could believe it, I know it's not true. Four lives were ended that day, and it's all because of me.
All because of a stupid, powder blue, cheerleading camp sweatshirt.
"I'll get you another one," my dad said, gazing into the rearview mirror; his eyes meeting mine, two matching sets of identical blues. "If I turn around no-w, we'll hit traffic. "
"But it's my favorite," I whined. "The one I got at cheer camp. You can't buy it in a store. " I pouted, knowing I was mere seconds from gettingmyway.
"You really want it that bad?"
I nodded, smiling as he shook his head, took a deep breath, and turned the car around, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror the same moment the deer ran onto the road.
I wanted to believe Riley, to retrain my brain to this new way of thinking. But knowing the truth pretty much guaranteed I never would.
And as I wipe the tears from my face; I remember Ava's words. Thinking if Riley was the right person to say good-bye to, then Damen must be the wrong one.
I reach for the lollipop I'd placed on the table and gasp when I see it's morphed into a tulip.
A big, huge, shiny; red tulip.
Then I race for my room, pull my laptop onto my bed, and run a search on flower meanings, skimming down the page until I read:
In the eighteen hundreds, people often communicated their intentions through the flowers they sent, as specific flowers held specific meanings. Here are a few of the more traditional ones:
I scroll down the alphabetical list, my eyes scanning for tulips and holding my breath as I read:
Then, just for fun, I look up white rosebuds and laugh out loud when I read:
White rosebuds-The heart that knows no love; heart ignorant of love.
And I know he was testing me. The whole entire time. Holding this huge lifechanging secret with absolutely no idea how to tell me, not knowing if I'd accept it, reject it, or turn him away.
Flirting with Stacia just to get a reaction, so he could eavesdrop on my thoughts and see if I cared. And I'd become so adept at lying to myself, denying my feelings about practically everything, I ended up confusing us both.
And while I certainly don't condone what he did, I have to admit that it worked. And now, all I have to do to see him again is just say the words out loud and he'll manifest right here before me. Because the truth is, I do love him. I've loved him without ceasing.
I've loved him since that very first day. I loved him even when I swore that I didn't. I can't help it, I just do. And even though I'm not so sure about this whole immortal business, Summerland was pretty cool. Besides, if Riley is right, if there is such a thing as fate and destiny; then maybe it applies to this too?
I shut my eyes and imagine the feel of Damen's warm wonderful body curled around mine, the whisper of his soft sweet lips on my ear, my neck, my cheek, the way his mouth feels when it parts against mine-I hold onto that image, the feel of our perfect love, our perfect kiss, as I whisper the words I've held all this time, the ones I was too scared to speak, the ones that will bring him back to me.
I say them over and over again, my voice gaining strength as they fill up the room.
But when I open my eyes, I'm alone. And I know I waited too long.
Thirty-Seven
I head downstairs, in search of some ice cream, knowing a rich and creamy Haagen-Dazs Band-Aid can't possibly heal my broken heart, though it just might help soothe it.
And after retrieving a quart from the freezer, I cradle it in my arms and reach for a spoon, then the whole thing crashes to the ground when I hear a voice say:
"So touching, Ever. So very; very touching."