1999
(The beginning, once more.).
June
And so, Tara Smith’s walks down the boys’ stairs in the early morning of her very last day at boarding school The sun is shining in through the high windows to the Common Room, tainting everything a golden hue. A thrill shoots through her and she shudders as the fear of the future coils in her gut.
She finds herself plopping down onto the old couch in front of the fireplace one last time, surrendering to melancholia. Here she is, seventeen years old and clueless and sloping back to her dormitory after her (only) wild night. The future is rising up before her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her. What will she do now? What will fill her life?
“Tara? TARA!”
She turns with a start as Fabian appears in the doorway of his dormitory, slightly out of breath. He spots her by the fire and a smile filters across his mouth, “Oh. Great. You’re here -”
“Um. Yes?” Tara smiles uncertainly.
Fabian makes his way down the stairs quickly, coming to stand before her, slightly out of breath.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Didn’t mean what?”
“What I said before. I don’t want to be friends.”
“Oh.” Her face falls slightly as a blush spreads slowly across her freckled cheeks. “Okay.”
“No –“ Fabian bends down to be at eye-level with her, “I meant that I want to be more than friends –“
Happiness starts coiling in her stomach, her voice pitching, “Oh?”
“Yes –“ Fabian nods, “I want to be able to do this all the time.”
“Do what?”
“This.“
And then Fabian puts a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her face to his, catching her lips with his effortlessly. A broken sound escapes her as he steps closer, hand gripping at her waist tenderly. They kiss there in the Common Room in front of the fire, dawn peeking around the corner, their breaths coming in gasps. Fabian's heart thrums hard and fast, urgent - full of life. There are smiles and gasps, mouths and hands that all scream youth.
This is where it all begins. Everything starts here. Today.
They break apart, panting lightly. Fabian runs a finger along her lips,
“So, I’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
“Great. Well. See you soon, Tara.”
“See you soon, Fabian.”
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye. Goodbye.”
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