Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Esme
Sitting down on my balcony that faces the backyard, I breathe in the breezy seven AM California air, and tuck a loose curl into my hood. A few birds fly by, and I close my eyes, soaking up the silence.
Life has been so amazing these past five weeks. To mine and Sila's surprise, everyone settled into living under one roof super fast. Almost as if we've always been this way. We have routines, and my favorite is our night routine. The five of us eat dinner together, then watch one, maybe two episodes of Game of Thrones before bed.
Thankfully, Delilah and I have been able to continue school like nothing is awry which was a compromise Silas made for me. One of his people is always watching over us, which means he or she is in all of our classes, but neither Dee or myself can pinpoint who it is.
Speaking of the devil, Silas comes out onto the balcony with a black towel wrapped around his waist and his matching slippers on his feet. I hear him slide the glass door back into place, and a few seconds later, a kiss is placed on my cheek.
I turn my head until my lips are on his, and Silas puts one of his arms on the arm of my chair, and the other on cradles my chin. Sliding my free hand around his neck, the cold from his silver chain sends a chill down my spine, but I don't show it.
Parting for his warmth, I look up into his chocolate eyes, and I don't fight the smile growing on my face.
"I missed you." Three words, a tone full of truth, and the sunrise.
This feels like a scene from a book I've read so many times, but the rough hand cradling my cheek tells me this is real life. My life.
"I'm right here, there's nothing to miss." I tell him matter of factly, and he stands to his full height. Those same chocolate eyes look me over head to toe, and when they come back to my face, his softens.
"You look like Yoda." Looking down over my matching sage green hoodie and sweatpants, I shrug and look back up at him, "And you look like Darth Vader."
Silas and I have been watching all of the Star Wars episodes and movies in chronological order together since he's never seen them before. If someone were to walk past us on the street, they would never be able to guess that we're Star Wars die-hards.
Last week, Silas ordered me a Naboo Lake Country throw blanket, and I have used it every night since. Theya calls it weird, I call it romance.
He shrugs unimpressed, and I stand up from the chair to go toe to toe with him. Our faces remain stoic, but his softly shaking chest gives away everything. Trying my hardest not to cave first, I purse my lips, but the laugh bubbles out of me anyway. Silas follows suit a moment later, and hearing him laugh so freely is something I'll never tire from.
Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn't a dream or a hallucination. Ever since that day I woke up at the hospital, I knew Silas would become my special someone. We bring out the good parts of each other the way no one else does. I can't put it into words... But he fills a void in me, one that I didn't even know was there.
