A Falling Sky

Chapter 13

The next few weeks pass by and things go back to normal between Heath and I. We haven’t fought since that night and we have reverted to our boring-old-couple routines, but I’m good with that.

We kiss but it never gets too heated and I respect Heath’s decision. However, we never really brought it up again since our talk…but I’m good with that.

The tether between us is honestly duller than I remember it to be, as it was replaced with the small quiver in my chest that comes and goes. I still don’t exactly understand… but I’m good with that.

For these last few weeks, I never once changed the weather…and I am definitely good with that.

When it comes to Harry and I…well…it’s gotten weird. We don’t fight and I have yet to kick him in the balls or anything like that, but we merely only tolerate each other. Wait no… I wouldn’t exactly say that… we are just merely friendly to each other. We are able to talk and laugh sometimes, but only when there are other people around.

I was expecting to be the one to push him away, but he seems to be keeping his distance too—literally. For example, one night, we were working behind the bar together and I tripped over the ice bucket that someone left on the ground. I fell back into Harry and he caught and steadied me. However, he quickly pulled his arms away and walked off without a word. It’s as if he was weirded out by even touching me. Also, whenever I am walking home from work, he never offers to walk with me or drive me home. As if he has forgotten all about the night where he carried me on his back and he doesn’t care about me anymore.

Like he said, I’m not a girl to him. He has enough guy friends to talk about sex with and he has enough girl friends to actually have sex with. And here I am, in the in-between—not a guy, nor really a girl to him. I don’t offer him anything and maybe that’s why he is not wasting his time being friends with me since I am kind of difficult to get along with in the first place. That, and I sometimes wonder whether he heard me talking about him to Heath in the bedroom. Altogether, he is avoiding me and I’m avoiding him, but this is probably for the best.

Okay, but I also miss the easiness between us. I miss him making me laugh and me doing the same… but yes, our keeping a distance from each other is definitely for the best.

Other than this, I go to school, come home, feed my dog, do homework and if I’m not working, I go over to Heath’s and hang with the boys. But when I am working, I treat Harry as any other colleague and friend, but nothing more… and I’m good with that.

Oh yea, and I haven’t had anymore kissing dreams with anyone besides my boyfriend since that night.

Well, speaking of which, I haven’t remembered a single dream since that night.

NOW, IT IS THE beginning of October and I wholeheartedly admit that I love fall. Like any other girl my age, I have an unhealthy obsession with all things pumpkin this time of year. One morning I wake up and really crave a pumpkin spice latte so I decide to skip my class for the day and head down to the coffee shop right outside of Heath’s apartment. I will grab two lattes to-go and spend a nice Tuesday afternoon with my adoring boyfriend before heading off to work…God, I’m such a stereotypical 20-some-year-old white girl.