Rêveries

Chapter 37.

We stayed in bed for the rest of the night, talking about her and Pierre to distract me from Charles. The best thing with Evie is that she knows when to push and when to distract me and let me leave it behind. I won't ever be able to thank her for always being there for me when I need her. Always.

She leaves my room when the clock hits midnight and Pierre comes up to get her because he wants to go to bed. She asks if I want her to stay with me but I shake my head and tell her to go with her boyfriend. He thanked me, for once, and I told them both goodnight.

As soon as they close the door, I open the window next to me and listen to their voices as they walk away over to the Gasly house. She tells him something about Charles being a bitch and Pierre laughs but I can't hear his response. I move up to sit on the windowsill. I hear the waves clashing with the shore and I can hear the wind through the trees. I hear some of the grownups talking in the distance and I hope they've had quite a few glasses of wine, because then Pascale won't be back for a little while.

I put my shoulder to the wall next to me and let my feet dangle in front of me. I try to smell the salt but it just smells from the tree growing outside my window. I don't want to think about Charles or the fact that he just broke up with Lucie. It's been just over a week since they broke up. I can't be kissing him when he's just gotten out of a relationship.

I can't kiss him at all.

Why did he break up with her? Why is he upset if he was the one to leave her? Why would he kiss me back? Why did he need me? I have all these questions that just keep circulating in my head and I'm not sure if I want to know the answers or if I just want it to be undone. I want to take it back and I want to brush over it completely. It shouldn't have happened.

"C, Es-tu réveillé? Êtes-vous habillé?" Are you awake? Are you dressed?

My eyes shoot open and I look around the room. I'm on my bed, not even under the covers, still in the clothes I was wearing last night. I don't remember moving from the window to the bed. But I shuffle out of bed quickly, I grab a robe, putting it on me to hide the fact that I'm in the same dress as last night, before I open the door. 

Arthur blinks and looks down at the robe I'm still tying around my waist. He carefully looks over my shoulder into the room. My stupid bed is still made with just a few creases where I had been laying but I doubt Arthur was smart enough to notice it.

"Est-ce que je t'ai réveillé?" Did I wake you? he asks. I nod quickly and force a tiny smile and then I shrug it off. 

"C'est n'importe quoi, tu as besoin de quelque chose?" It's whatever, do you need something?

"Il y a le petit déjeuner en bas, maman demande si tu tombes malade," There's breakfast downstairs, mum asks if you're getting sick.

I shake my head, "Dites-lui que je serai en bas dans une seconde," Tell her I'll be down in a second, I tell him and begin to close the door as he nods. Then he stops me by calling my name again. 

"Je ne trouve pas Charles, si tu le vois dis lui que c'est le petit déjeuner," I can't find Charles, if you see him tell him it's breakfast, he says. My heart stops as I stare back at him. Where the hell is he then? Did he just vanish after last night? I catch myself staring and then I shake my head.

"Je ne l'ai pas vu depuis hier après-midi," I haven't seen him since last night, I tell him and he just shrugs as he starts to walk towards the stairs. 

"D'accord, tu ferais mieux d'arrêter de te disputer," Alright, you two better stop arguing, he sighs as he walks down the stairs. I just stare at him in response and then I close the door, I turn around and put my back against the door, then quickly get off it as I feel flashbacks from last night coming right back. I take a deep breath as I take in the room in front of me. It's a mess and the window is still open from last night.