Toxic (Ruin, #2)(33)

“Hmm.” She sighed.
The doors to the room opened and Martha strolled in.
“Hey, Princess, why don’t you and Martha go grab a snack while I talk to Saylor for a bit.”
“Okay!” Princess yelled. “And Saylor, his name’s Parker, not Gabe.”
“Got it,” Saylor said quickly. “Thanks for your help, Princess.”
“It’s okay,” she said, surprising me. “You didn’t know. But now you know, so you’ll call him Park.”
I didn’t want her calling me Park.
It was too much.
Too close.
“Yup!” Saylor’s voice had a cheerful edge. “I’ll call him Park, though it sounds like he’s a car.”
Princess laughed as Martha wheeled her off.
When Princess was out of earshot I grabbed Saylor’s arm and took her out the doors on the opposite end of the room — the ones that lead outside to the water. “Let’s take a walk.”


Chapter Twenty-Two
And we’re back to my original hypothesis — multiple personalities, well at least he named them. That had to be a good sign, right? —Saylor
Saylor
I followed Gabe silently out the doors into the crisp afternoon air. The home was nestled right up against Puget Sound. It had to have cost a fortune. It was prime real estate. Everywhere you looked you saw the tall buildings of downtown Seattle.
I’d grown up in the area — but the view never ceased to take my breath away, or calm me down. There was just something about the ocean that made you feel small.
It made you realize life was bigger than just you.
And I was beginning to think I needed that reminder on a daily basis.
“So…” Gabe thrust his hands into his pockets and fell into step along side me. “Wow, amazing. I can’t even come up with a lie that makes sense.”
I shrugged. “So try the truth.”
“Haven’t made a habit of that.” He stopped walking, and lifted his head. “That’s the truth.”
“Maybe you should.” I swallowed and gave a half shrug. “Make a habit of it, I mean.”
“Hmm.” He put his arm around my shoulders and in silence led me closer to the water.
When we reached the edge, he bent over, picked up a rock, and threw it.
He picked up another rock and examined it in his hand. “I used to be like this.”
“A rock?” I lifted my eyebrows. “As in you used to be really buff and let yourself go recently or…?”
Gabe threw his head back and laughed.
Holy. Heaven on earth. I loved his laugh. I mean, at the moment I kind of hated him, but his laugh was… something else. It made me want to fall prey to his charms — but I knew better. He didn’t do nice. He just… did girls, which apparently worked well for him.
“Cute.” He licked his lips, smile still in place. “No, but good to know my body ceases to impress you.”
Oh, it impressed me. I just didn’t want to give him any ammo to embarrass me again.
“I mean…” He bounced the rock in the palm of his hand. “I used to be solid like this. I was strong, unwavering, knew exactly what I wanted in life. But the thing is, I had no idea that I was in a bubble. I was on the shore where it was safe.”
I took a step toward him. “What happened?”
“Life.” He bounced the rock again, once, twice, a third time. “Circumstances out of my control, ones I thought I could control.” He shrugged and then sent the rock flying into the water, “Can you count the ripples?”
“Ten?” I guessed. “Maybe more?”
“More.” He nodded. “Because even when you no longer see the ripples, there’s still a vibration. I think so many of us go through life not realizing that when we get tossed like that, it’s no longer about us, but about everyone around us. The human condition is a type of infection. Selfishly, we’re under the impression that our bodies are our own, our thoughts, our actions — everything is all about our own choices, our own rights, to do whatever the hell we want and damn the consequences.”
He shrugged. “Until.”
With a curse, he looked down.
I wasn’t sure what the heck I was doing, or why I was offering the olive branch when I’d rather hit him over the head with it. But I grabbed his free hand and pressed my palm against his.
“Until,” he continued, seeming to draw strength from my touch, “something so horrific happens to you, or to someone you love, and suddenly you see the ripple effect of every single action and choice you’ve ever made. Sure my body’s mine to do with what I want, but the choices I make with it, still affect others. How I spend my time is my right — but in the end, it still affects those I don’t leave time for. There’s a yin and yang in life. But people seriously don’t ever realize it until it’s too late.”
“And it’s too late? For you?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “It is.”
We held hands in silence.
I took a deep breath and blurted, “I don’t know what you’re going through or what’s in your past. Clearly I don’t even know what your name is.”
He laughed again.
“But, I do know what it’s like to have your choices affect others. My brother… growing up, he was confused. He had no idea how much we were all hurting for him, and it was… awful. And now, having the pressure put all on me to get an education, to graduate, to be perfect in every single area. I get the choices thing… I get what you’re saying, because my life hasn’t been my own for a very long time.”