Moonlight

1

"You're perfect, my love." Garrison coos. We comfortably lay on my bed, watching Five Feet Apart... again.

Will, Cole Sprouse's character, quietly walks into frame and admires as Stella, Hailey Lu Richardson's character, watches the babies in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU).

What's sparked Garrison's romantic gesture during a partially sad movie about sick teenagers? Is he worried that I don't find myself suitable for him?

Our warm hands interlock, his calloused fingers rubbing my thumb. As his other hand plays with my loose curly strands of hair, his warm breath playfully tickles my neck and shoulder. I roll my eyes.

"Please, I'm no where near perfect." I reply softly.

He looks down at me with love in his eyes, proudly smiling. God I love him!

"You are." He replies.

"You're blind, babe."

I look into his deep green eyes and suddenly get lost in them. He stops playing with my curls and pecks my lips.

I go back to watching the movie as Stella and Will have a conversation in the dark NICU. I'd love to work there someday, I love babies and taking care of people. It's a lot of schooling but it would be worth it to be able to take care of teeny tiny babies.

Garrison pulls me out of my thoughts by wrapping his arms around me. His fingers travel up and down my arms.

"I'm not blind... you are the epitome of perfect." He replies, and kisses my forehead.

A blush creeps onto my cheeks, as he softly rubs my hand. A surge of energy flows through my arm, making my body jolt. My heart suddenly skips a beat and sends chills down my spine. What the hell was that?

"What... what was that?" I ask, panicked. I push away from him and look down at his hands, he does too.

"Oh would you look at the time, I have to go." He replies, panic engulfs his tone. He looks down at his bare wrist as if he had a watch on. He yanks his sleeves down his arms swinging his legs off of my bed.

"What was that?" I ask, demanding an answer from him. I grip his forearm in my hand. 

"It was static electricity, the blanket is warm, and your body is cold." He explains.

Static electricity my ass! What the hell was that?

"No it wasn't, it happened when you touched me." I ponder.

"I have to go." He replies, pushing the warm, fuzzy purple blanket off of him.

He hurries down the stairs, his feet hardly catching up with his vast movements, popping his hoodie up at the last step. I follow him down the stairs, waiting for a response. My shorts and crop top bounce with each step.

"Babe, come back, what is the matter with you?" I ask urgently.

Mom sees everything, but remains silent for a moment. Her brows furrow at the current scene. She slowly continues drying a glass cup with a ragged washcloth that has seen better days.

I follow him out of the house, slamming the door on my way out. The crisp winter air rushing to my warm body, attempting to steal every ounce of warmth I've accumulated. He continues running down the street. Did Mom follow me out here? I look back at the door for a moment, then to the street, and he's gone.

"Garrison?" I call into the darkness, the frigid air poking my skin, causing shivers down my spine. Where the hell could he have gone?

The cold air hits my icy blue eyes causing them to water. I hear the door open behind me. When I look back, Mom glares at me with confusion plastered on her face, half of her body standing in the doorway.

"Honey, come inside, you'll catch a cold standing out here in shorts." She speaks. I nod and look up and down the street again. No luck spotting Garrison.

I walk back inside, to the warm fireplace, and dark hall. I peel off my somewhat wet socks, soaked from yesterday's rain. I follow the scrumptious smell of hot chocolate, which leads to the kitchen.

I pull up a chair and sit at the dining room table facing towards Mom, who is pouring piping hot, hot chocolate into a mug. Steam dances and twirls out of the mug with a slight chip in the handle. We've had that mug for years, Grandpa Elliott gave it to me when I was six. Thirteen years later and it's the only mug I will use.

I pull my phone out of my pocket. My lock screen shines bright at my face, Garrison and I at the ice skating rink a few years back. Our faces were red, not from the lack of warmth, but from laughing so hard when we realized that neither of us are good at ice skating. I type my passcode in, my screen makes our picture slide up and open my phone. I flick through my endless list of contacts until I get to his and call him.

"I'm sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is not available, please leave your name and number and try again later." The annoying lady across the answering machine says. I hang up and put my head in my hands.

"Damn it!" I exclaim, mom rubs her hand across my back.

"Maybe he had a family emergency." She suggests. I shake my head.

"No, mom. He would've told me if there was an emergency, I know his entire family, someone would've called me." I explain. She looks around as if something in this kitchen could give her more ideas on where he went.

"Maybe he is..." She mumbles. She taps her index fingers together, implying Garrison's unfaithfulness.

"Mom, please stop." I snap. As I cut her off, she purses her lips in a tight white line. I sigh, realizing I shouldn't have done that. She looks deep in my eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just, that we always connected and we could tell each other everything without problems but tonight, I don't know, he seemed different." I add, I look at the ground.

"Just give it time, hon. He'll come around if he wants to talk about it." She replies. She hands me my now warm mug of hot chocolate. I blankly stare at the steam outcasting from the mug.

"Yeah, maybe you're right." I reply, just to shut her up. I know there's something wrong with him, and I'm not going to give up on him, even if it kills me.

I walk downstairs, mug of hot chocolate in hand, and set it on the bottom step. I flick the light switch on causing all of the lights to shine. I pull down a punching bag from the closet and hook it to the ceiling. I begin punching and kicking my worries away.

Hey guys, sorry this first chapter is a little short. The next one will be longer.