Until We Meet Again(18)


going blind. Or I’m having a stroke.

Maybe I’m dying. Or dead.

I move closer to the lawn where Lawrence had been standing.

One step.

Another.

And then a faint haze of color takes shape in front of the

bushes. My heart is beating against my rib cage as if it’s trying

to escape. I move closer and the colors darken a shade. The

shape takes a recognizable form. Human. A dull mumble

reaches my ear.

“Lawrence?” My voice shakes.

I run toward the bushes and push past the scratchy branches

lashing my skin. The shape ahead of me grows darker and more

vivid with each passing second. The mumble becomes strained,

like bad reception on a cell phone.

“Cassandra?”

“Lawrence!”

I push past the final, overgrown hedge. My foot touches

sand. And I run smack into Lawrence’s chest.

My eyes meet his. He grips my arms, his face pale as a sheet.

“Cassandra!”

I can’t get a good breath. I pull out of his grip, staring

at him, terrified. “What was that? What. In the world. Just

happened?”

He says nothing, his eyes wide.

“What happened?” I demand. “You disappeared. You vanished. You…”

“Dissolved into the background?” he asks, his voice trembling.

“Yes…”

“I didn’t disappear,” he says. “You did. I was shouting your

name. Didn’t you hear me?”

“I did until you melted into nothingness.”

He shakes his head, dazed. “I was here the whole time.”

“So was I!”

“Then what happened?”

“I don’t know!” I shout. “I have no idea. I’m freaking out

here as much as you.”

We’re both quiet for a moment, breathing hard and waiting for the other person to figure this all out. Lawrence looks toward the hedges, and I follow his gaze.

“Maybe it was an entirely random event,” he says. “A heat

wave. A pulse of energy.”

He starts toward the bushes. I grab his hand. “What are

you doing?”

“I want to see…”

“Don’t get too close!” I insist, pulling him back.

He taps his fist to his mouth, his brow furrowed with concentration. “What if…what if we try it again? See if the same thing happens?”

“Are you crazy?”

“It’s worth a try.”

“No,” I say firmly. “What if you disappear, only this time you

don’t come back?”

Lawrence considers this. Then, without answering, he steps

toward them again.

“Don’t!” I shout.

“I have to see.”

His hands brush along the coarse leaves. He bends to examine the trunks and roots, grinding a pinch of sand between his fingertips.

“It looks normal to me,” he says. “I think we need to try

again.” He stands and holds out his hand. “Come on.”

“You’re insane,” I say, folding my arms. “I’m not going anywhere near that path.”

“So you’re planning to spend the night on the beach? We have to

go through there sooner or later. We might as well try it together.”

I shake my head, but somehow my feet move toward him.

This is stupid. This is Russian roulette. Something seriously

weird is going on, and we’re asking for a second helping.

“One test,” I say. “And we come right back to the beach if

anything weird starts to happen.”

He nods, taking my hand. His palm is sweaty. His eyes

glint with nervousness and excitement. I don’t know why

he’s so eager to dematerialize again.

“On three,” he says. “This is crazy. You are crazy.”

“Whatever you do, don’t let go of my hand.”

For as long as your hand exists. “We’re crazy.”

“One…two…three.”

The pathway ahead of me blurs as we step through the

narrow corridor. Within three steps, Lawrence starts to go

fuzzy. I gasp. “It’s happening.” “Do you feel anything?”

“Why would I? You’re the one disappearing.”

“Keep going,” he says, though his voice is becoming more

muffled.

“We should stop.”

Even though he’s fading before my eyes, I can still feel his

grip on my hand. He pulls me toward the lawn.

“Lawrence, I’m freaking out. I want to go back.”

“Keep going!” His voice is garbled and faint. Vanishing.

I stumble into the yard, pulled by the fading shape in

front of me. His grip lightens, like sand sifting through

my fingers. My pulse is pounding in my head. My ears are

ringing.

“Stop!” I shout. I make out the slightest suggestion of his

silhouette before he’s gone.

“Lawrence! Go back to the beach! Hurry!” Frantic, I

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