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Remember Part 16 We woke up later in the morning to a still gloomy, but less threatening sky. We pulled on some clothes and I followed him into the kitchen and retrieved my cell phone as he searched for coffee that he 'just knows' he had in here somewhere. I had three missed calls and a voicemail, all from Scott. I left David to his devices and retreated back to the bedroom to listen to the message. He was upset: why didn't I return his calls, why aren't I coming back today. Taking a deep breath, I dialed Scott's number. Wonder who will answer this time? "Hey, Scott, it's me." "What's going on? What’s this about not coming back till tomorrow?” “No, honey, it’s raining on both ends, the flight’s been cancelled. I got tomorrow morning since I called right away.” “But you’re going to miss everything!” “I know, I know…” “Who’s going to go with me and Jagger to the Fourth of July fireworks shows?” Why don’t you take Stephanie? Damn, I was so close to actually saying that, I had to feign a coughing fit for a moment. “Can’t you just go over to your mom’s?” “Yeah, but it’s not the same without you.” He sounded so pitiful I had to smile. Wait a minute; I’m supposed to be mad at him, not that he knows it, though. “I really miss you too, baby, but it’s not the end of the world. It’s just one day.” David walked in the room with a cup of coffee as I was speaking and I held up my hand so he wouldn’t say anything. His smile quickly faded when he realized I was talking to Scott, and he gave me a cold look that made me die inside. He looked from me, to the bed I was sitting on, and then back at me, as if wondering how I could talk to Scott while sitting on his bed. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, and stood up. He glared at me and walked away. I sat on the chair by the window instead and tried to wrap up the conversation. But Scott kept me on the phone for nearly a half hour asking what I had been doing all week. Certain details were omitted, but he seemed satisfied nonetheless with the description of my itinerary. When he finally let me go, I hurried to the living room where David sat, watching TV. He refused to acknowledge my presence. I stepped toward him and placed my hand on his shoulder, whispering his name. He flinched from my touch and I pulled my hand away, feeling like I got stabbed in the chest. He spoke without looking at me. “If you miss him so much, why aren’t you at the airport right now? Why are you still here?” I hung my head and sighed. I had no fight left with David. “You’re right. I should never have come back.” I returned to the bedroom and started to pack back into my suitcase what little I had removed. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Perhaps get another hotel or go to Beata’s place. I felt tears welling up, but refused to allow them. Why was I tormenting myself like this? I want both of them and neither one, at the same time. This is not how things were supposed to happen. I’m supposed to find one guy and live happily ever after, like my sister. But with the way things are going right now, heading to the airport and catching the next flight to anywhere but Illinois or Florida sounds like a very viable option. “What are you doing?” David asked, startling me with his sudden appearance. “I’m leaving, just like you said I should.” “I can’t let you do that.” I whirled around and glared at him. It’s bad enough I can’t make my mind; I wish the hell he would. “Why not?” “Because if you leave this way, I don’t know if you’ll ever come back again.” “I don’t know if I’m ever coming back in any case.” He held my arms at my sides and pulled me closer to him. “Then don’t go.” “I have to leave sometime. My life is not here anymore.” “Then are you going to run away again like you did last time?” He pushed me away from him and paced the room. “Change your phone number, tell your friends not to talk to me, all that shit again?” “I had to do that, can’t you see? If we found each other again, we’d be right back where we started…just like…we are now.” He stopped pacing and we pondered one another for a moment. "Why did you leave?" “You know why. My job…the firm moved to-“ “Not that bullshit excuse. What’s the real reason?” I sighed and looked away. From the moment I saw him the other day, I dreaded that question. I didn't want to reflect on that part of the past; the present was hard enough to deal with. "It wasn't working anymore, David. After what happened--" I cringed, my infidelity a much too painful memory, "--we changed. We were too possessive of one another and too jealous of every little thing that came along." "But it felt like just when things were growing stronger between us, you left." "We may have been growing stronger as a couple, but we were weaker as individuals." "We could have tried." "I don't think it would have worked." "Maybe we think too much about things." "That's just it...and I don't want to think about how we shouldn't even be together right now. I don't want to think about what Scott is doing down in Orlando with whoever. I don't want to think about the past. I don't want to think about tomorrow." "You can't hide forever." "I'll deal with forever some other time. Right now, I just want to enjoy the time we have together." He stared deep into my eyes, cupping my face in his hands. “That's all I was ever trying to do.” Copyright TMS2004-6 Disturbed Fanfic Page Remember - Part 17   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)