World's Apart

What cannot long be hidden?

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Victoria's POV:

After my conversation with Grandma, I texted Luna asking if we could talk in person, even though it was late she replied immediately saying yes. I made my way over to her house on my motorcycle. It was starting to get chilly due to it being winter, but I didn't mind it too much. The cold wind against my skin was exactly what I needed in this moment, the closer I got to her house the more nervous I became. I know I have to be honest with her and myself. I parked in front of her house and texted that I had arrived a few moments later she opened the door and walked up to me. I was hypnotized by her. She was so casually dressed in a tank top and shorts with her hair hanging over one shoulder but still looked so beautiful. She smiled at me as I took off my helmet. I tried to smile back but I admit that there was minimal effort behind it. She tilted her head confused but didn't ask any questions.

"Why don't we go inside where it'll be more comfortable for us to talk?" She said holding out her hand. I nodded and got off my bike, taking her hand. With our hands interlocked my entire body felt warm and safe even on a cold windy night like this one. I have no doubts that she is special and different than anyone else in my life, but I am still terrified of the conversation that is to come.

She led me up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. I sat down on the edge of her bed first and she sat down next to me. I could feel the sweat on my palms no matter how much I tried to wipe them on my jeans, and I continuously bounced my leg. To say the least I was nervous. I don't know how long I sat there for, but she finally broke the silence between us.

"Hey whatever you want to talk about I am here for you. You don't have to be nervous or afraid I am not going anywhere I promise."

Her words cut into my soul like a thousand knives, I can't offer her the same in return. A million questions spiraled into my head in that moment but what I feared most was disappointing her and hurting her.

Gently her arms wrapped around my body and pulled me into hers. The warmth she provided me gave me such a sense of comfort that I instantly began to relax. How could one gesture from one person I've barely begun to know affect me so much? Why does this feeling of longing and need to protect her continue to grow? What makes her so different than any other person that has entered my life? With all these questions I could feel the tears begin to run down my cheeks.

I am not sure how long we sat there; she didn't say anything but continued to soothe me. The steady rhythm of her heart slowly began to calm me. I sighed and pulled away from her embrace reluctantly. I couldn't look her directly in the eyes, so I locked my fingers together and looked down at the floor.

"After so long I finally got custody of Conner, my mother doesn't know yet. The only ones that do know are you and Grandma Taylor." I opened my mouth to try and tell her that I would be leaving after the winter formal, but words failed me.

"I am happy for you! I know you have been working hard for this. What are you going to do about living in that house though? She knows you stay there, and it isn't safe for either of you with people coming in and out."

"Yeah, I know...I have a couple of ideas on how to fix that situation, but I need a bit more time. There are things that I need to deal with first." The guilt came over me and I stood up pulling away from her. I feel like a complete coward for not being able to express myself in the correct way around her.

"I should." Before I completed my sentence, she cut me off.

"You should stay the night, its late and dangerous to ride your bike alone out there."