That was the first time Bianca Piper, and I made love. I know that's what it was, and gosh it scared the shit out of me, but I knew it was true. I fell asleep with her in my arms, and that's how I woke. I was so happy, it was amazing. She was still asleep, and I think I could lay like this forever, so I stayed a while longer.
When I reopened my eyes Bianca was gone, I got up and saw her standing on the balcony. She was beautiful, standing out from the grey skies of the morning.
"You may not be aware of this, but humans tend to sleep in on Saturdays."
She turned around and watched me as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, with the small smile that was stuck on my face since I woke up and found Bianca in my arms.
"We need to talk."
"Hmm," I mused, running a hand through my messy curls. "You know, my father says those are the four most frightening words a woman can say. He claims that nothing good ever begins with 'We need to talk.' You're worrying me a little here, Duffy."
"We should go inside."
"That's not promising."
She followed me into my bedroom. I flopped onto my bed and waited for her to do the same, but when she didn't I sat up and looked at her with worry. What was going on?
"Listen," She said. "You're a great guy, and I appreciate everything you've done for me."
"Really?" I asked, half joking. Unsure of where this was going. "Since when? You've never referred to me as anything better than a scumbag. I knew I'd grow on you eventually? but something tells me I should be suspicious."
"But," She went on, ignoring me as best she could. "I can't do this anymore. I think we should stop, um, sleeping together."
What, where was this coming from? We had just taken a step, I was so happy. Well that's gone. What had I done?
"Why?"
"Because this isn't working for me anymore," she said, "I just don't think this"—she gestured between us—"is in my, uh? either of our best interests."
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Bianca, does this have something to do with what happened last night?" I asked seriously. "If so, I want you to know that you don't have to worry about—"
"That's not it."
"What, then? You're not making sense."
She continued to stare at her shoes not making any sense, and not explaining it to me.
"I'm like Hester," She whispered, more to herself than to me.
"What?"
She looked up, "I'm like?￢ﾀﾝ She shook her head. "Nothing. We're done. I'm done."
"Bianca—"
Two quick honks from the driveway. Who was that? What is going on?
"I—I have to go."
"Wait! Wait, don't go. What are you doing, what did I do wrong? But, I love you." The end was more of a whisper to myself, I knew she wasn't listening.
She was gone.