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door.  Atlas  calmly  takes   the  key s  from  me  and   I  step   aside  as  he  opens

                the  door for me.
                    “Do you want  me  to make  sure  no  one’s here?”  he  asks.
                    I  no d.  I  kno w  R yle  isn’t  here   bec ause  he’s  on  hi s  way  to  Eng land ,
                but   I’m   ho nes tly   still   a   little   scared    to   walk   int o   the   apartment    by
                mysel f.
                    Atlas   walks   in   bef ore   me   and   flips   on   the   light s.   He   cont inu es

                walking   thro ugh  the  apartment ,  flipping   on  all  the  light s  and   walking
                int o  ea ch  of  the  rooms.  When      he  makes   it  back  to  the  living   room,  he
                slides  hi s ha nd s in  hi s jacket  pocket s. He  takes  a deep  brea th  and  then
                says, “I don’t kno w wha t ha ppens  nex t, Lily.”
                    He  does.  He  kno ws.  He  just  does n’t  want   it  to  ha ppen,   bec ause  we
                both  kno w ho w much  it hu rts to say goodbye  to ea ch  other.
                    I look away from hi m bec ause seei ng  the  look on  hi s face  right  no w

                cuts straight  to my hea rt. I fold my arms over  my ches t and  stare  at the
                floor.    “I   ha ve   a   lot   to   work   thro ugh,    Atlas.   A   lot.   And    I’m   scared    I
                won’t  be  able  to  do  it  with  you  in  my  life. ”  I  lift  my  ey es   back  to  hi s.  “I
                ho pe    you   don’t    take    offens e   to   tha t,   bec ause   if   any thi ng ,   it’s   a
                compliment .”
                    He  reg ards  me  silent ly  for  a  moment ,  no t  at  all  surprised   by  wha t

                I’m saying . But I can  see  there’ s so much  he  want s to say. There’ s a lot
                I  wish  I  could  say  to  hi m,  too,  but  we  both  kno w  discussing   the  two  of
                us   isn’t   appropriate     at   thi s   point .   I’m   marri ed .   I’m   preg na nt    with
                ano ther    man’s     baby.   And    he’s   stand ing    in   the   living    room   of   an
                apartment   tha t  ano ther      man  bought   for  me.   I’d  say  thes e  aren’ t  ver y
                good  cond itions   in     whi ch   to  bring   up  all  the   thi ng s  we   sho uld  ha ve
                said to ea ch  other  a long  time ago.

                    He   looks    at   the   door   moment arily     as   if   he’s   trying    to   dec ide   to
                lea ve   or   spea k.   I   can   see   the    twitch   in   hi s   jaw   right    bef ore   he   locks
                ey es   with   me.   “If  you  ev er   need   me,   I  want   you  to  call  me, ”  he   says.
                “But  only  if  it’s  an   em erg enc y.  I’m  no t  capable     of  bei ng   casual  with
                you, Lily.”
                    I’m  taken  aback  by  hi s  words,  but  onl y  moment arily.  As  much  as  I

                wasn’t  ex pec ting  hi m  to  admit  it,  he’s  absolutel y  right .  Sinc e  the     day
                we   met ,   there   ha s   been   no thing    casual   about   our   rel ations hi p.   It’s
                ei ther  all  in  or  no t  in  at  all.  Tha t’s  why   he  sep arated   ties   when  he  lef t
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