A Few Steps To Your Heart

Chapter 24

Georgia exclaimed a happy 'hello' as she entered Gavin's room. He was back by the window, which made her feel rather sad. It felt like taking a step back, and when he only glanced at her, she had a feeling that what had transpired between them no longer held the same power. He was back to his gray mood. She closed the door and came closer, finding a chair to pull to his side. When she approached, she saw him rubbing his right temple a little.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Just a headache," he whispered.

"Feel like doing something new today?"

"Not really."

His irritated voice had returned as well, making Georgia wonder how strong that headache was or if something else was bothering him.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"I told you I had a headache."

Georgia sighed. This was not what she had hoped for when she arrived. She had hoped he would be more open this time, but he was back in his dark mood. She allowed him to sit by the window as she went to find something to read. Slowly, the day went by, but Georgia kept glancing at him, seeing how dark he seemed that day. He was worse than normal. What had happened in the little time she had been gone? She looked around the room, hoping to find some clue as to what was going on. That's when her eyes found something on the coffee table, but at the other end. She slid over the couch and reached for it. It was just an envelope, and when she looked inside, there was no letter to be found. It had been sent to Gavin, but its content was gone. Georgia looked around, hoping to find the letter. She was sure that it was what made Gavin feel angry again, but she couldn't find it anywhere. Had he burned it, she wondered? Had he ripped it into tiny little pieces? Georgia kept glancing around the room, then her eyes landed on the drawer further away. The one thing she wasn't allowed to touch. Could it be that the mystery letter was in there? She glanced at Gavin, but he was looking out of the window. She knew curiosity could sometimes be bad, but she was really curious. She wanted to help, and she couldn't do that if she didn't know what was wrong. But spying into his private drawer wasn't the answer.

"Gavin?" she called.

Gavin turned his head, and she held up the envelope. His eyes did a strange twitch. It was obvious he had forgotten about it.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Obviously an envelope."

"Yes, but where is the letter?"

"Who says it was a letter?" he mumbled, turning away.

"Yes, because I believe someone sent you drugs."

"Why did it have to be drugs?"

"Okay. Is it a vacation photo?"

"Maybe," he said, shrugging.

"But then where did you put it?" she asked.

"Why am I obligated to tell you?" he asked, turning slightly and glaring at her.

"You're clearly in a bad mood again."

"I am always like this. Yesterday was the unicorn."

"The what?"

"The unicorn. Something rare and unlikely."

Georgia shook her head, then stood up and came over to him, sitting down on the chair she had placed beside him.

"Does it have to be a unicorn?" she asked.

"What?"

"Your behavior from yesterday—does it have to be a unicorn?" she clarified, surprising Gavin.