Macy sat on the balcony of the Milennium. It was a sleek black tower on the edge of Times Sqaure. In some humbling way, she was glad her step father had resources to get this room on such short notice. She lifted her sinewy legs onto the ledge and looked at her pale pink toes.
“I swear I am not obsessed with you, but even your toes are perfect. Dear Lord, Macy, God smiled when he made you.”
She smiled at the thought of Caleb leaving little kisses on the pads of her toes. She rubbed her bloated tummy and let her hair down from the clip. The subtle wind raised goosebumps on her skin, but she just tightened the shawl around her shoulders.
She opened her clutch from her lap and grabbed her wallet. Beneath ultrasound pictures there was a photo of Caleb. A picture she took on her phone when he was sleeping. His raven hair had greyed at the temples and his lips were parted. His beard had been cut close to his face and he was sleeping on his stomach. The arm he had next to his face showed the array of letters that made his tattoo.Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God, also believe in me.
She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the laminated photo and placed it back in her wallet. She then set a hand on the lower part of her bloated tummy and leaned her head back. Parts of her hair were floating in the air and parts of it were sticking to the damp skin of her neck. She looked up the rest of the sleek building and then closed her eyes.
Earlier that day she was sitting alone in the second pew of a Cathedral filled with stained glassed windows and the scent of new found hope. She watched Stacy and Brett exchanged hand written vows and felt a sense of nostalgia for the person she wanted by her side the most. She avoided pointed stares from Stacy when she realized Macy had showed up on her own, but Stacy knew better. Instead she hugged Macy and thanked her for keeping her “sane.”
At that moment in time Macy felt a subtle abrupt movement from below the skin of her stomach. She felt a little baby limb make a small change in placement and continued back to it’s peaceful calmness. Macy looked up at the sky and felt a new found hope. She wanted to cry and yell and call Caleb. She wanted to find ways to get him back and keep him forever, but then she wanted to find the right words to hurt him like he did her. In that moment in time she understood the question she had been asking herself. Everyone had private humiliations and heartbreaks, but the trick was pretending you didn't. She felt two tears fall from both her eyes and the same exact moment and join at her cupid’s bow under her nose. She wiped the tears and smiled to herself. She was going to be okay.
He was hurting, Caleb was hurting. Bourbon and half smoked cigarettes filled his nostrils, women in tight dresses and damp skin bounced around. Half faded dreams and nicotine ingested in their blood streams. He solemnly smiled, he missed Macy. He missed her so much he wasn’t sure if he hated who he was or he was just madly in love with her. So many things reminded him of her. Spines of books and dewy rain drops. Sunflowers and pistachio ice cream. Every single day he woke up knowing he made a mistake when he walked away from her, but he couldn’t take it back. There was no way in Hell she would take him back, even if she did, he wasn’t sure he would stay and risk her safety.
“Hey there, Tiger.”
He knew that voice. It was familiar, but yet out of grasp. He looked to his to see a pretty brunette flashing a set of pearly white teeth.
“Wow, Meg, I haven’t seen you in a good minute,” he said, noticing the pack of cigarettes in her left hand.
“Last time I saw you, you told me to not call you and to be careful driving home,” she said, crossing one leg over the other.
He shrugged, “It happens.”
Her smile faltered for a bit, “Ouch, Caleb that almost hurt.”
“I’m sorry, Megan, I’m a bit on edge,” he replied, “Actually, I’m a lot on edge.”
She signaled for the bartender for a beer, “Wanna talk about it?”
He look over his shoulder at her, “To you?”
She shrugged and then nodded her head, “I get the feeling you haven’t talked about it with anyone.”
“Talking isn’t my forte.”
She took a swig of her beer, “Right, you’re all brooding thoughts and a creased forehead.”
He chuckled, “I’m in love with a girl.”
“That sounds like such a morbid decision, is she in love with you?”
He smiled, “Yes, actually. We just can’t be together.”
Megan raised an eyebrow,” Why is that?”
“It’s complicated, let’s just say for a lack of security and/or sanity.”
She turned the stool towards him, “And she has a problem with that?”
“Well, uh, no.”
Megan chuckled, “Let me get this straight, you are in love with a girl and she with you, but you can’t be together for reasons and are virtually non-existent?”
“When you put it that way, you make feel inadequate,” he said.
She sighed and looked into his eyes, “It’s like that sometimes, but I don’t think safety is the issue here.”
He raised an eyebrow, “No? Then what is?”
“You,” she said, “Caleb, it’s you.”
“This is probably the time where I would insert a snarky retort, but I think you may be right.”
She smiled, “Of course I am right, I’m Megan Hunt, it’s what I do.”
He took the last sip of his bourbon, “Well Meg, you do what you do and you do it well.”
She softly snorted, “Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
He looked over at her to say something, but he saw an arm snake it’s way around her shoulders. A man leaned down and kissed her on the mouth with a gentleness that reminded him of cotton candy.
“Hey sweetie,” she said up at him, “I’ve been waiting for you. This is an old friend, Caleb.”
“Nice to meet you, man, I’m Ben,” he put out his free hand, “Are you ready to go?”
Megan stood up and put a hand on his shoulder, “This is not the end Caleb, you have a chance to fix whatever is going on.”
He smiled at her and nodded.
She smiled to him, “And stop with the brooding forehead, it’s hard for girls to love sad boys.”
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