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1 – KEYSTONE- Pages 12-14
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His footsteps are louder, closer. The arm that works isn’t working well
at all. A million arrows of pain
shoot up to my brain and I’ve got to hold my breath so I won’t moan. But I’m sure my legs will work. The nerves slid through them a million
hums ago. I’m sure they’ll be
strong enough to make a getaway.
They have to. My legs have never let me down before.
Until I get to the edge of the bed, plant
my feet, give myself one good heave off the mattress, and do a total belly flop
right onto the floor.
The impact sends sparks of pain blasting
in every direction. A zillion
messages of what are you even thinking flood
my brain. I moan.
The bedroom door swings open and I pry
open my eyes a millimeter to make out Garrett’s bare feet, the edges of his jeans,
the bones of his toes, as they past my head.
“Trying to make a run for it, Rebel?” He
chuckles. His voice is too loud
and too close. It's perfect. His hands are gentle, but I still groan
as he helps me up. My skin feels
raw, my bones ache.
I lean against his metal chest once I’m
upright and I breath him in. He
doesn’t smell like metal at all.
There is a top note of the fibers in his clothes, the detergent he
washed them in, his cologne, and even his soap. The next is the middle note of his skin, citrus and frost,
beach wood and summer. The last is
a base note of something else, almost like thought bubbles in the air, with
scents attached to them. I can’t
tell exactly what they are, but they make me feel curious and grateful and
nervous and overwhelmingly happy.
Garrett is the scent of everything I love.
I grit my teeth as I lie back down.
“Just hum,” he whispers, dropping down on
one knee at my bedside. “I was
He stops suddenly. My lips are tight and I realize they’re
stretched across my open, clenched teeth.
Everything hurts. My skin
is as paper thin as wet moth wings.
But I’m so glad that, even though I can hardly see him through my
eyelashes, I still can, and I hum.
He’s quiet for so long that I finally
force my eyes open a crack more to see if he’s really still there. He is. He’s crouched beside the bed, his eyes glossy, one finger
rubbing his top lip as he stares at me.
He smiles when he sees my eyelashes flutter. In the candlelight, his eyes are the color of rain.
I rub my opposite thumb into my palm and
feel the ridges of my Impression.
I am an us now. Ianua, like my mother. Contego, like Garrett. I finally feel my lips and smile, even
though it feels lumpy.
Garrett leans forward to the edge of the
bed so I can see into the deep wells of his retinas. I want to disappear into them, but the creases at the corners
of his eyes draw me back to his smile.
His lips separate and I think of his kiss. I wonder how much it will hurt. I wonder if all the tastes and smells and feelings of him
will tangle together and erase the pain of any touch to my skin.
I don’t shut my eyes. I want to memorize the texture of his
skin with my new vision and feel the hollow of his cheek and taste the full
tang of the citrus grove on his lips.
But he doesn’t kiss me. His mouth hovers over my cheek. He inhales instead and the air pulls
softly across my face. He holds it
a second and then lets it tumble back out across my cheek. The thin stream dances over my skin
like a tiny vapor of lime. It
tingles without any pain at all.
It is a kiss without being one.
Garrett blows across my cheek again and
again, until I relax into a deep sleep.
I search through every dream for my mother, but often find Garrett
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