Pieces of You (15 page)

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I hug them tightly. Happiness is not something I’m ever meant to have. Yet, when I’m with Hunter, I
am
happy.

But for how long, retard?

The familiar snarl from the bad voice filters through my window. A chill runs down my spine.

Grabbing my pillow, I scream loudly into it. Looking back up at the picture of Hunter, he’s my only happiness. What if that, too, is only temporary? What if time with him is getting closer and closer to goodbye?

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the time on the clock. Jumping off the bed, I run down the stairs.

“Mom, when Hunter comes looking for me can you tell him you
think
I went to my flowers,” I grin mischievously.

“Going to hide from him again,” Mom questions with a small smile on her face.

“Yup, and I’ll do it this time,” I hurry out the door. Running as fast as I can to the flowers and quickly positioning myself so he can’t see me, all the while I’m reminding myself not to make a noise.

Not long later he was arriving. Just like every time before, I answer him. But this time as we talk afterward, he changes. Something in him changes. Something in
me
changes. It is almost like a physical and audible click between the two of us. It is that alone that pushes me further than I ever thought I’d go and I hold his face gently in my hands, telling him – no urging him – to understand that hurting him… well, it hurt me too.

The shock on his face the whole time I touched him told me that he never expected me to do that. It only cements more to me on how much I can trust him. There just can’t be a time limit on this kind of friendship… Could there?

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