Page 168 - It Ends with Us
P. 168

The  next thi ng he  sai d  made  hi s blue eyes tear  up until the y looked  clear. He

                sai d,   “Lily.  Li fe  is  a  funny  thi ng.  We  only  get  so  man y  year s  to  live  it,  so  we
                hav e to do  ever ythi ng we can  to mak e sure tho se year s are as  full as  the y can  be.
                We  sho uldn ’t  was te  time  on  thi ngs  that   might   hap pen  someday,  or  may be  even
                never.”
                    I  knew  what   he   was   say ing.  That   he   was   leav ing  for  the   militar y  an d  he
                di dn ’t wan t me to ho ld  on to hi m whi le he  was  gone. He was n’t real ly break ing

                up  with  me  because  we  weren’t  ever  real ly  togethe r.  We’d  just  been  two  people
                who    he lped   eac h   othe r   whe n   we   neede d   it   an d   got   our   he ar ts   fused   togethe r
                al ong the  way.
                    It  was   har d,   being  let  go  by  someone  who   had   never  real ly  grab bed  ho ld  of
                me  completely  in  the   first  plac e.  In  al l  the   time  we’ve  spent  togethe r,  I  thi nk  we
                both  sor t  of  knew  thi s  was n’t  a  forever  thi ng.  I’m  not  sure  why,  becau se  I  could
                eas ily love hi m that  way. I thi nk may be unde r normal  circumstan ces, if we were

                togethe r like typical  teenag ers an d he  had  an  av erag e life with  a  ho me, we could
                be   that    kind   of   couple.   The    kind   who    comes   togethe r   so   eas ily   an d   never
                experiences a  life whe re cruelty sometimes intercepts.
                    I di dn ’t even tr y to get hi m to cha nge hi s mind  that  night . I feel like we hav e
                the   kind   of  connection  that   even  the   fires  of  he ll  couldn ’t  sever.  I  feel  like  he
                could  go spend  hi s time in the  militar y an d  I’ll spend  my year s being a  teenag er

                an d  the n it will al l fal l bac k into plac e whe n the  timing is right .
                    “I’m   going   to   mak e   a   promise   to   you,”   he    sai d.    “Whe n   my   life   is   good
                enough  for  you  to  be  a  par t  of  it,  I’ll  come  find  you.  Bu t  I  do n’t  wan t  you  to
                wai t around  for me, becau se that  might  never hap pen.”
                    I   didn ’t   like   that    promise,   becau se   it   mean t   one   of   two   thi ngs.   Eithe r   he
                tho ught   he   might   never  mak e  it  out  of  the   militar y  al ive,  or  he   di dn ’t  thi nk  hi s
                life would  ever be good  enough  for me.

                    His  life  was   al ready   good  enough  for  me,  but  I  nodde d  my  he ad  an d  forced
                a   smile.   “If   you   do n’t   come   bac k   for   me,   I’ll   come   for   you.   And   it   won’t   be
                pretty, Atlas  Cor rigan .”
                    He  lau ghe d  at   my  threat .  “Well,  it  won’t  be  too  har d  to  find  me.  You  know
                exac tly whe re I’ll be.”
                    I smiled.  “Whe re ever ythi ng is better.”

                    He smiled  bac k. “In Bo ston.”
                    And  the n he  kissed  me.
                    Ellen,  I  know  you’re  an   adu lt  an d  know  al l  ab out  what   comes  next,  but  I
                still  do n’t  feel  comfor tab le  telling  you  what   hap pened  over  tho se  next  couple  of
   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173