Chasing Daylight

Felix, June 23, 2014

  I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. I should have expected this. I did. But I didn’t think my brother was so much of an ass as he kissed Skai. And showed her everything. She wouldn’t have run away. Maybe she would have been freaked out for a while, but hoped like hell she would not hate me.

  After she stalked off, I followed after her, keeping relatively calm. I opened the garage side door for her and she walked in without looking at me. Hanging on the wall was a large cork board with nails hanging on them, and on those nails, about nine to ten different sets of keys. I handed her the set at the far bottom left. I held them out without a word and she snatched them, but then walked over to the wrong car out of ten.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “To the car.”

  “It’s on the left.” I correct her again and she mumbles something that not even I can make out as she swiftly turns and walks right under my nose to the black Porsche Boxter S Front.

  She manages to open it and close the door behind her with ease. When I get to the driver’s window, I motion for her to roll it down. She’s hesitant but she does eventually, still trying to look the opposite way. I lean against the door and lower my head to hers.

  “Skai,” she shoots a sharp glance at me. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. Just understanding. I’m sorry it went down like this. It was never supposed to, I know. But please don’t think that this changes my feelings for you.”

  “I don’t know if it does mine yet, Felix. Please, all I’m asking for is some time. To think through this.” Her voice is unnaturally quiet. Almost dead. “I just need to figure out a close on this.”

  “Well, can we close on this?” I place my hand under her chin and tilt her head up to just softly connect her mouth to mine. She lets me which raises some hope in me.

  “And can I close on making sure you get home safely?”

  “Don’t push your luck,” she mutters and then starts the car. And then, just like that, she drives off. Not looking back, not second guessing anything.

  And I’m left thinking that maybe it’s for the best. I would never be able to give her a vital life. Normal and human.

  And I’m left with a brother who I have the urge to beat the absolute crap out of. See? Everyone wins...