Don't Let Me Fall(70)

I nodded a goodbye and started to walk away. That was awkward. I’m still confused on what just happened. She popped out of nowhere and started touching me.

“I really wanted to know,” I heard Emily say to Alex.

“Baby, you don’t like people knowing your stories,” he said softly, speaking to her like she knows this.

I glanced at her and saw her head drop a bit as he slipped an arm around her waist. Is she crying? Holy f-uck. Did I just piss on her mood?

God…

I turned back around and cleared my throat.

Emily glanced up at me and smiled weakly.

“I want to be free,” I said. “I want to fly.”

Both she and Alex stared at me.

And then Emily shoved the box of muffins into her husband’s chest and she lunged at me. I was not expecting this hug but because she is with child, I didn’t sock her in the face

and break her nose.

“That’s beautiful. I feel that way too,” she said into my neck. “Gah, there’s nothing better than just being free. Normal. Loved.”

When she pulled away, I had to pick my jaw off the floor. It’s like she read my mind and said the things I want to feel.

She started taking off her jacket, and both Alex and I started telling her to stop because it’s officially weird. But then she showed me her bicep and pointed at the words tattooed

on her skin.

‘Don’t forget who you were before everything changed’

“If you live by this motto, everything becomes easier,” she said. “Trust me. Life gets f*cked up and you feel like nothing can save you. But there is. Yourself. You need to

believe in yourself.”

We stared at each other for a bit as she covered herself up again.

“I never understood why I got that tattoo but I think it was meant to help people.” Alex slipped his hand in hers as she stared at me. I don’t know what it is about her but

something seems familiar. Not because she’s famous. It’s something else. Something in her eyes. Maybe the loss? The hurt? The feeling of complete loneliness?

“Some people go through a lot and they end up feeling worthless,” she said, her voice crawling its way under my skin, wrapping around my heart. “They need to know they are

enough. They will always be.” My heart tightened. I think that is exactly what I needed to hear. And oddly enough, I think I needed to hear it from a stranger. Because she doesn’t

know me. At least, I hope not.

“Rebeckah!” Alyssa yelled, walking outside.

I turned a bit and found her waving at me.

“Hurry, Logan wants you!” Her eyes landed on the people beside me and they widened.

“Oh shit. I suggest you two leave now. She’s a super stalker,” I said turning to the power couple. “I’m serious. She wants your babies,” I said to Alex.

Emily’s mouth dropped and she smiled. “I can’t believe you blurted that out while I’m right here,” she said, holding my eyes. “I love it. Now let’s go. I don’t want to see

you make baby number two. Unless it’s with me.”

I’m still in the state of what the f-uck. I don’t think I’ve met a couple like this before. I’m in awe. They say weird shit yet they look at each other like nothing else

matters. They’re in their own world.

“Wait! Wait!” Alyssa yelled running past me. I laughed my ass off as I walked back into IV, glancing back, seeing Alyssa hug Alex. She’ll no doubt tell me all about it later. I’

m going to think of that exchange of words like strangers talking. Nothing special.

Logan was walking out when I entered the dining hall.

“Follow me,” he said slipping his arm around my waist. We walked back out into the main building and then headed outside. Emily and Alex were getting into a black Range Rover when

I glanced their way. Alyssa was hyperventilating on the sidewalk nearby.

Logan and I are now in a relationship and I’m not denying it. He’s my boyfriend. I love saying it. When we’re at school, we don’t see each other that much but we make it up

during lunch and breaks in-between classes. When I work, Logan will pass by before it gets too late and spend some time with me then he’ll head back to the dorm and I’ll go home.

We do dates on the weekends when my hours at work aren’t super long.

The only thing we don’t do is talk about my past. I know I was ready to tell him that day of my mom’s funeral but ever since we got interrupted, I couldn’t bring it back up. It

never felt like the right time.

I asked him where he’s taking me but he didn’t say. Instead, he drove over to Cambridge and pulled into a parking lot semi-packed with cars leading to a luxurious apartment

building complex. Jesus, this place is f-ucking amazing. I followed, not understanding what was going on.

Logan walked us to the elevator and pressed the 10th floor button.

“Uh…okay. I think you want to have sex with me,” I said glancing at him. “or kill me.”

This place is nice. It’s new and it doesn’t look like a whore house. People actually live here. Nice looking people. Not drug dealers or other trash. This place is expensive. You

wouldn’t see drugies walking around.