and told you the truth that day instead of telling you we couldn’t be friends anymore. It was almost impossible for me to walk away. I shouldn’t have done it.” Noah sighed. “And because I did now I’m like this.”
I tugged on his shirt with my fist until he looked at me. “You know I don’t care, right? I’m here with you now. I’ll always be here. You’re not pushing me away again, remember?”
“Are you sure about this?”
He looked shaken, weary. I stood on my own shaky legs and held out my hand. He took it and I pulled him to standing.
“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t care what happened to you, you’re still Noah and I feel the same way about you that I always did.”
“But I’m a monster. Isn’t that the word you used?”
I hugged him as close as I could. “You’re not a monster. I’m sorry I said that. I would have never used that word about you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“I never want to hurt you again in any way. Thank you for trusting me, Zack.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t at first.”
We held each other there for a long time. I wasn’t sure if we were swaying or if the old dock wasn’t as strong as it used to be. I needed to be quiet, to soak it all in. I’d told the truth. I didn’t care what he’d become. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a lot to get used to.
Eventually I pulled my head from his shoulder and for the first time noticed the moon, huge and glowing in the night sky.
“Look at the moon, Noh. It’s amazing.”
He turned and gazed in the sky. “It’s called a Strawberry Moon. Pretty, isn’t it?”
His smile was genuine, but that little bit of bitterness was still there. I wanted to make it go away.
“C’mon. You’re coming with me. I think the two of us have been alone long enough.” I stepped back and held out my hand. He took it silently.
I guided him along the path towards our cabin. Noah followed without protest, holding my hand trustingly, silently climbing the stairs behind me and pausing at the front door. I put my finger to his lips and we tiptoed again until we were safely behind my door and sitting side by side on the narrow twin bed. After a minute, he spoke.
“Thank you again for believing me, Zack. I didn’t mean to see you that first night but once I did I realized exactly how much I still need you. It would have killed me to lose you again.” His voice was tired but he sounded happier than I’d heard since I first saw him. I pushed him down onto my bed and covered him with the green afghan my mother had made when I was a baby. I was tempted to crawl under the covers and kiss him all over, but he looked so tired I contented myself with running my fingers through his hair soothingly and brushing my lips across his forehead. He was nearly asleep when I remembered something.
“Hey what’s the real deal with you and sunlight? I don’t want you incinerating on me or anything.”
“It’s fine as long as the curtains are closed. Direct sunlight is really uncomfortable but won’t kill me right away. It takes a while. Daylight’s fine for hours as long as it’s cloudy.”
“It’s been overcast but I’m going to close the curtains anyway.”
I got up and made sure my curtains were closed. To be even safer, I draped a thick blanket over the curtain rod and stuffed it against the ledge to block out any light. By the time I was done I could hear Noah breathing softly. I stripped off my t-shirt and shoes and climbed into the bed next to him, pulling the blanket around both of us. He turned over and wrapped his arms around me, tugging until I backed all the way into his chest. We had never slept together like that before but it felt good, comfortable and right. I smiled blissfully and closed my eyes, finally able to sleep.
Questions
We were holed up in my bedroom, cuddling in the darkness. It wasn’t even sunset yet but I had the windows covered so well it seemed like it was the middle of the night. It was probably a little bit of
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