Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer
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Where the Lines Overlap
Season 2 - Looking Up
Paper cuts
"Good morning, boys," Carlisle greeted us with a warm smile, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug as we walked into the kitchen. Edward's fingers intertwined with mine, and we were still buzzing from the night before. "Look at you two, all grins this morning!" he added with a smirk.
"Morning, Dad," Edward responded, a bit too cheerfully. He shot me a look, and I gave him a small smile.
"G'morning, Mr. C," I muttered, sliding into one of the chairs while Edward headed for the cupboards.
"No run today, huh?" Carlisle's expression shifted to something almost too knowing, and my stomach dropped. His smirk widened as he continued, "I imagine you're too tired after last night's... exertion."
Oh no.
I felt my face flame.
"Uh, yeah. Slept in," I mumbled, praying that was the end of it.
"Mm-hmm, sure." Carlisle took a sip of his coffee, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "With the racket you two were making, I'm surprised you managed to sleep at all. I think half the neighborhood's still recovering. I still am." He chuckled, shaking his head.
Edward froze, eyes wide. I buried my face in my hands, wishing I could disappear.
Carlisle tapped my shoulder, his laugh barely suppressed. "Soundproofing, boys. Just a thought."
Edward and I stared at each other in horror as Carlisle calmly placed his mug in the sink.
"Don't be late for class," he said as he grabbed his coat, completely unbothered. "I'll be out late tonight, convention party and all that. See you tomorrow."
The door closed behind him, leaving the two of us stunned and red-faced.
"Oh my god…" I groaned, dropping my head onto the table.
"That was... mortifying," Edward mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
I managed a small laugh, lifting my head to see him still frozen where he stood.
"I forgot he was next door."
He finally moved, leaning against the counter, his posture tense.
"So did I." He hesitated, his eyes darkening. "We were… caught up in each other."
"Yeah…" I couldn't help smiling, the memory of last night flooding back. "It was a good night." I waggled my eyebrows for good measure.
Edward laughed, but it didn't last. His grin faded, his eyes clouding over, and just like that, the mood shifted.
Trying to hide his expression, he turned to the cupboards, fingers brushing over the breakfast items without really registering them. I noticed the way his shoulders tensed, a telltale sign of something brewing beneath the surface.
I didn't have the first period, but he did. Considering how he'd been the night before, I knew something significant was weighing on him. He hadn't mentioned anything so far, and I could see the struggle in his gaze, the way he seemed to search for the right moment to speak.
I didn't want to pressure him, but I couldn't sit here waiting for him to open up anymore.
"Edward." I called softly, my voice steady despite the unease creeping in. He turned, a curious expression flickering across his face. "Come sit."
He sighed, leaving the pots on the counter, and walked to the table, his movements deliberate.
"There's something I need to tell you," he said, his tone calm yet charged. "But you already know that, right?"
I nodded, my heart racing slightly.
"You'll miss first period." I pointed gently, trying to keep the moment light despite the heaviness settling between us.
"I don't mind. This is more important." His voice was firm, yet the weight of his words hung in the air.
I nodded again, sensing the gravity of what he was about to share. He heaved a weighted breath, opening his mouth to speak.
And then it came—a simple admission that cut deeper than I anticipated.
They were just words, but hearing them felt like a punch to the gut, the impact landing squarely on my chest.
I should've expected it; I knew it would happen. Worse yet, if I was honest with myself, I could see it coming.
Yet the anticipation didn't lessen the sting; it made it sharper, more painful. My heart raced, caught in a tumult of confusion and fear. I clenched my fists under the table, trying to ground myself against the whirlwind of emotions. I was scared shitless—there was no better way to put it. That was a fucking curveball.
A part of me wanted to dismiss it, to brush it aside as another complication. But reality clawed at me, twisting my insides. I could see the weight of it settling on Edward's shoulders, and my heart ached for him, but also for me—for what this meant. Would our bond shift under the pressure of this revelation? I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that things might not be the same after this.
There was no denying the emotional chasm that had immediately ripped open between us, a silent rift larger than any words could seem to bridge. At that very moment, I realized how my love for Edward felt threatened by Luke's simple existence.
"Say something… Please," Edward's voice cut through my thoughts, tender yet laced with apprehension.
I took a deep breath, my chest tight, looking away for a moment as the gravity of his words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain:
Luke is in love with me...
Luke is in love with me...
Luke is in love with me...
"How do you know that?" I managed to ask, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil roiling inside me. I forced myself to meet Edward's gaze, my heart pounding, determined to keep my expression calm. "Did he tell you that, or are you presuming?"
"He told me." Edward let out a sigh, his eyes drifting away. "Yesterday." After another sigh, he hurried through the words, urgency palpable in his tone. "Listen, love, he didn't try anything… We were talking about my coming out to my father, and somehow the conversation flowed to my fear of how your family will react when you decide to do it. Then we started brainstorming ways to come out. I got anxious, and suddenly… we were talking about how hard it is to be honest about our feelings… and he got all weird, and I kind of pressured him, and he ended up blurting it out."
Is he defending him? Really? The thought crashed over me.
It felt so convenient. I couldn't shake the feeling that Luke hadn't just stumbled upon this confession; he'd probably orchestrated the whole situation by acting strange in the first place.
But if what I suspected was true, Luke was playing a clever game, and I needed to tread carefully.
I wasn't going to upset Edward with my suspicions. I couldn't start a fight with my boyfriend over him—not again.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then looked at Edward, forcing a placid expression onto my face. I took a deep breath.
"How did it feel?" I tried to sound calm, but my voice came out strained, my jaw involuntarily clenched.
"What do you mean?" Edward asked, brow furrowing slightly.
I clenched my hands into fists again, feeling the tension radiate through me. He was playing dumb; he knew exactly what I was asking. The possibilities of his reactions buzzed in my mind, but I was determined to stay centered. I didn't want to make it worse.
I forced myself to unclench my fists.
"What were the emotions that came to you when he said it?" I enunciated each word carefully, hoping my controlled tone would prevent any confusion or doubt.
Edward sighed again, a deep, weighted breath that betrayed his tension. It only heightened my anxiety; I couldn't tell if he was nervous about my reaction or if something more profound was brewing beneath the surface.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he finally spoke.
"Discomfort… strangeness…" He diverted his eyes, frowning and pursing his lips. "Some compassion… confusion…"
Why the fuck did you feel confusion?! Another shout echoed in my head.
I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back the harsh question threatening to slip out.
You have to be mature about this, I lectured myself. You have to remain calm… at least on the outside.
"Can you please explain why you felt confused?" The words came out softly, though the strain behind them was palpable. Edward squinted for a fleeting moment, undoubtedly noticing my effort to keep it together.
He nervously nipped at his bottom lip, glancing down as if searching for the right words. I waited, the weight of silence pressing down on my chest.
After his fourth heavy sigh, he squeezed his eyes shut and finally met my gaze. His expression was tormented, stormy gray irises reflecting a deep concern that only heightened my unease.
"I'm not sure," he replied, pausing to lick his lips.
"But you have an idea." The words slipped out, laced with impatience.
He nodded slowly, and my heart sank.
"Let's hear it." I said dryly, lips pressed together.
"I think…" Another sigh escaped him. "I think I wasn't expecting that. It surprised me and made me question if I did something to encourage it… I don't know; I'm really not sure why I felt confused… but I did."
"Is there any chance—no matter how small—that it's because you're developing feelings for him?"
He hesitated, the pause hitting me like a punch in the gut. My stomach churned, and my heart stuttered. Fear mixed with disappointment and anger, all of it bubbling up into a lump that lodged in my throat.
I wanted to shout, to snap at him, but somehow, I kept it together. Barely.
"I don't think so…" he said, but his eyes… they told a different story.
He wasn't lying; I could see that. But there was guilt in his voice, and doubt flickering behind his gaze.
"Love, I really like Luke. I've been honest about that. But it's not romantic." I turned my eyes away, fixing them on a random spot behind him. My breaths were slow, deliberate. "He's the closest friend I have here, and my only gay friend. I don't know… I felt like he needed protection. He seemed vulnerable, and I didn't want to hurt him. I guess I felt guilty for having that urge, knowing how you would feel about it. It must've thrown me off... I didn't even stop to think because I've been panicking over your reaction since the moment he told me."
Panicking?! Disbelief collided with anger, spiking sharply within me.
I rose slowly from my chair, heaving a weighted sigh, trying to pull control from somewhere deep inside.
Get a grip, I told myself, the words hammering in my mind. You need to manage your emotions; they can't take charge of you.
If I let my emotions spill over now, I'd lose more than this conversation. I'd lose any chance to understand Edward, to truly get to the bottom of what he's saying. And the last time I let my anger take over… well, that didn't end well for either of us. I couldn't risk that. Not again.
"What were you afraid of?" I asked, turning my back to him as I headed to the fridge, hoping cold water would soothe the lump in my throat.
"I didn't want to upset you, to ruin the moment we're having…"
I closed the fridge door and faced him, locking my gaze on his. He leaned back in his chair, meeting my eyes with a determined look.
"Is that really what you feared?" My tone was more earnest than I intended.
"Mainly, yeah."
I raised my eyebrows, silently pressing for more.
He took a deep breath, puffing the air out.
"I was also afraid you'd ask me to stay away from him."
I bit the inside of my lip, the sudden taste of blood flooding my mouth. What does this say about his feelings for Luke?
I had to know, but it was painfully obvious that even he didn't have a clue.
I bent my head, focusing on the bottle in my hands.
"What if I did?" I forced the words out as I twisted the cap open.
"I would comply." Edward's response was immediate, firm, a certainty in his tone that made my guarded gaze flicker toward him. "Do you doubt it?" he added, brow furrowing as if the idea offended him.
"No." I answered honestly.
We held each other's gaze for a moment, enveloped in thick silence. My mind raced, processing the situation at lightning speed.
If I acted like the jealous, possessive boyfriend I felt like—because let's be real, that's exactly what I was—and told him to stop talking to Luke, it would only create tension between us. He didn't want that, and he'd go along with it just to keep the peace. But if I did that, I'd be doing exactly what he didn't do when it came to Allegra.
Okay, so I wasn't really talking to her, but that had been my decision, not his. He hadn't imposed anything on me. I needed to mirror the kindness and understanding he had shown, the maturity he embodied. I had to trust him as he had trusted me time and time again.
I needed to consider Luke's motives, too. If he intended to put me in a position where Edward saw me as a hindrance to their friendship—making me the villain and himself the victim—I would be the one doubting my boyfriend's loyalty and love. That would create a crack in our relationship, even if just a tiny one, and that prick would surely exploit it to get what he wanted…
I couldn't allow that. I had to be smarter than that; I couldn't leave a breach.
I needed to overcome my impulses and reign in my emotions, letting rationality take the wheel.
I had to be smart, mature, and, most importantly, considerate of Edward.
I had to be the better man.
"You want to keep him in your life…" I said, my tone calm, not pretending, not forcing it—just accepting what needed to be said. "Don't you?"
Edward hesitated, opening and closing his mouth as he exhaled heavily. This time, I could sense it was fear of my reaction that held him back.
"Just be honest with me, please," I added, trying to sound okay, but my words dripped with the weight of my dejection.
He licked his lips, swallowed, and finally met my gaze with cautious eyes.
"He's my closest friend here." His voice was soft, echoing his previous statements. "He's my only gay friend."
"This isn't an answer to my question, E." I countered, mustering as much tenderness as I could.
"Yes, I want to keep him in my life," he said all at once, his voice stable and certain.
I lowered my head again, a strange pang tightening in my chest.
"But I won't if it'll hurt you." I heard him say.
I swallowed down my fear, my jealousy, my pride.
I would do anything to keep him happy, even if it meant I'd get hurt in the process. And somehow, I had to trust him…
"It is hurting me." The truth slipped out, quiet and unwavering, as I kept my gaze lowered. "But I don't want you to deprive yourself of a friend who means so much to you because of my insecurity."
My eyes remained on the floor, so I didn't see him move, but I felt it when he reached out. He placed two fingers under my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. I allowed my true emotions to surface, even though I was sincere about what I'd just said.
Edward studied me for what felt like a full minute, searching my eyes for understanding. I knew he could grasp what I was feeling and why. He understood me, just as I understood him.
I could see the decision form on his face, but I had my mind set, too.
I realized then that the final move was mine. I knew exactly what to say and how to say it.
"I'll distance myself fro—" he began, instinctively trying to accommodate my feelings.
"I trust you." I cut him off, urgency threading my voice as I said it.
It was time for me to accommodate his feelings.
He closed his mouth abruptly, registering my words.
"I trust you," I repeated slowly, emphasizing the sincerity.
He squinted slightly, but I was sure he sensed the firmness in my tone—I meant every word.
"You won't ask me to stay away from him…" It sounded more like a question, despite the flatness in his tone.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, unable to keep the defeat from creeping into my voice, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
I took a small step back, putting some distance between us. I needed the space, even if just for a moment.
This time, his response was immediate.
"No." But the apprehension lingered in his eyes, guarded and careful.
"So I won't." I shrugged, the words sounding final, even as a knot tightened in my chest.
He huffed, shaking his head before looking back at me, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.
"Why are you doing this, love?" His hand rested on his hip, his gaze searching mine. "This isn't what you want. I can see it in your eyes; I can hear it in your voice."
"It doesn't matter what I want, Edward." I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. "Running away from a problem only makes it worse." His expression flickered as my words hit their mark. "We need to be rational and trust each other, right? This is me being rational. This is me facing the issue, instead of avoiding it."
I stepped closer, cupping his face in my hands despite the fear gnawing at me.
"This is me trusting you. The way you've trusted me."
"I don't want to force you to accept something that's hurting you." His eyes brimmed with worry, layered with a love I knew too well.
"You're not forcing me." My voice held steady, firm with conviction. "This is my decision. I'm doing what I believe is right. I'm trusting your discernment, Edward. I'm putting all my faith in us—in the connection we share. What you do with that is up to you."
"And you'll be okay with me hanging out with Luke, even knowing how he feels about me?"
"Will you?" I countered softly, my voice gentle but pointed.
"I will. It doesn't change anything. Not for me." His words were sincere, but while I trusted him, it wasn't his conviction I feared—it was Luke's.
But right now, I needed to focus on easing Edward's mind. I could worry about Luke later.
"If you're okay, I'm okay," I said, meeting his gaze. "Just… make sure he understands your limits."
"I'll do that, I promise." He brought his hands to my face, mirroring my gesture. "Thank you, hon… for trusting me."
I closed my eyes for a moment, nodding, before looking back at him with pleading eyes.
"Just… don't let yourself get swept up in anything, okay?"
He nodded, his expression somber before pulling me into his arms, resting his forehead against mine. I let myself melt into his embrace, the warmth of his body soothing the tension I'd been carrying.
For a moment, everything felt simple, manageable. But I knew reality would catch up with us soon enough.
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It had been four days since that conversation with Edward, but instead of lightening, the weight only seemed to grow heavier. Today felt like a nightmare; everything crashed down around me like a ton of bricks.
The morning dragged on, my classes a blur of half-heard words and scribbled notes. I couldn't focus; my mind kept drifting back to the same issue. The training session at the gym wasn't much better. I was there for physio, trying to get myself cleared to return to practice, but nothing was clicking. My body felt out of sync, and even with the drills, it was obvious I wasn't at my best. Coach noticed, pulling me aside with Arthur, and they both decided to send me home early to clear my head.
Work offered little relief. I spent most of the day hiding in the back, organizing shelves just to avoid interacting with customers. I kept telling myself I was making the smart choice—rational, even—but my heart wasn't convinced. The tightness in my chest told a different story. Each breath felt forced, and although I'd barely eaten, I knew the dizziness had little to do with hunger; it was the weight of hopelessness piling up inside me.
As I left the bookstore, I remembered Edward would be late tonight, working on some group presentation. The thought of going home felt unbearable. I couldn't stand still, couldn't be alone with my thoughts.
I needed to talk. Needed Bella, I thought. But as I pulled out my phone and stared at her name, my thumb hovered, and something shifted within me. Without thinking, I tapped on a different contact.
He picked up after the first ring.
"Are you feeling any better?" Mark's deep voice cut through the noise in my head, grounding me a little.
I sighed.
"Guess I'm that obvious, huh?"
"Not usually." He chuckled softly. "Today you really were. Need to talk?"
"Yeah," I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Mind if I drop by?"
"Sure. You've got the address, right? Need directions?"
"I can find my way," I started walking, relieved to have somewhere to go. "I'll be there in fifteen. I'll grab us coffee. Your regular latte?"
"Yeah, thanks. With extra…"
"Foam," I finished for him, laughing softly. I knew his order by heart now. "Got it."
He chuckled, his voice low and easy.
"See you in fifteen, Hale."
"Yeah. See you."
And in exactly fifteen minutes, I was buzzing the intercom of Mark's building. He let me in, and soon I was stepping off the elevator on the fourth floor. He leaned against his doorframe, clearly waiting for me.
"You still look like shit," he said, eyeing me with a mix of concern and teasing.
"I feel like shit," I shot back, raising my brows.
"Come on." He ushered me inside, his hand gently pressing against my back as he closed the door behind us.
Mark sat on the floor between the coffee table and the couch, and I followed suit, positioning myself beside him after placing the coffees on the small table.
"Spit it all out, Hale," he urged, his tone a blend of demand and care, his eyes locked onto mine.
I sighed heavily, unable to hold his penetrating gaze. So, I started from the beginning—how I met Luke, all the way through my last conversation with Edward, including the whole "Allegra issue."
Mark listened intently, not interrupting, his expression calm as he absorbed my words. Once I finished and let out a heavy sigh, he looked down for a moment, as if contemplating, before meeting my gaze again.
"You clearly have nothing to worry about. Edward loves you," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "I seriously doubt he would get swept away by this guy's attempts. But I understand why you're feeling shaky. I think you should do something to reassure your heart."
"The problem is what?" I exhaled, frustration creeping into my tone. "I don't want to be the authoritative kind of boyfriend. I don't want to force him to give up on the people he cares about just because I don't like or trust them… But…"
"You believe that's the only way to feel secure," he interjected, seemingly reading my emotions with ease. "It's not." He added, placidly, "There are other ways."
"Like what?"
"For one, you can talk to the guy."
"Really?" My surprise was palpable.
"That's what I'd do," he shrugged.
"But how would that help? If he has an agenda, he won't back off just because I talked to him."
"No, he won't. But he'll know you're watching him. Besides, the point of the conversation isn't to intimidate him. Because, let's be honest, Jasper, if he has ulterior motives, nothing you do will stop him." He turned to me, his gaze sharp and unwavering. "I'm not here to come up with a way for you to scare him off. I'm worried about you. All I want is to help you find peace with your decision and feel comfortable with the situation. Talking to him is the best move right now. It'll ease your mind."
I threaded my fingers through my hair and bowed my head. I knew Mark was right; I had to come to terms with my decision. But what I really wanted was a way to make Luke disappear from our lives without demanding that from Edward.
"Why are you so unsure?" Mark's tone was puzzled. "I don't get why you're fretting this hard. The situation is uncomfortable, I agree, but it's clear Edward would never do anything to hurt you."
I let out a huge sigh and looked at him, fully aware of how desperate I must appear. Mark frowned when he saw my expression. His hand came to my shoulder almost instinctively.
"What is it, Jasper?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice. "It can't just be fear of this guy's intentions."
I exhaled heavily, avoiding his piercing gaze.
"Remember when I told you we've never been with other guys?" I caught his nod out of the corner of my eye. "I don't know… I think that maybe Edward might get curious." I shot a glance at his face.
Mark frowned deeper, a hint of concern etching across his face.
"Curious how?"
I took a deep breath, allowing my emotions to seep through my gaze.
"I'm afraid that at some point, he'll feel like he needs to have other experiences. He'll crave being with other guys… To experiment, I mean… and…"
"This Luke will be within reach," he completed, the realization hanging heavy between us.
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to process everything. When I looked back up at him, he murmured.
"It's kinda crazy you're thinking like this…" I met his gaze, and he continued, "I saw the way he looks at you; it's exactly the same way you look at him. He's completely in love with you."
"It didn't stop me from developing feelings for someone else," I countered, a flicker of uncertainty in my voice. "It won't stop him, either."
"Maybe not… Although I find it really difficult… But it will prevent him from acting in any way that might hurt you. You did it."
"It's different," I said, my voice heavy with fatigue. "I've had a lot of experiences. There's nothing to be curious about anymore."
Mark chuckled, pulling his hand from my shoulder, straightening up with a slightly skeptical look.
"And hasn't he?"
"Yeah, but only with girls, just like me—not with boys." I sighed, the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. "When he realized he was gay, he was already in love with me."
"Hale, do you really believe that just because he's had only one boy in his life, he'll suddenly feel the urge to cheat on you?" He chuckled again, a hint of irony lacing his words. "Your logic doesn't even make sense."
"It's not out of nowhere. He's never been with another man besides me," I explained. "Everything he knows about being with a guy happened between us… He hasn't even kissed another guy. He could get curious about how it would feel with someone else… It's pretty natural."
"When you're a teenager, sure." He argued, his tone a mix of surprise and confusion. "But Edward is a man, not a boy. He's clearly found the one for him… I doubt his curiosity will ever outweigh what you two have. Tell me, why didn't you go after that girl, Allegra?"
"Because I love Edward," I stated, the answer slipping out before I could think twice.
"But you were curious about her, attracted to her, weren't you?"
"I was, but…" I trailed off, my thoughts drifting.
Was I still curious about Allegra? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that spark had faded, replaced by something different. Something more confusing.
"No 'buts'," he said, his tone firm. Mark had no idea how much I was wrestling with this. It made my stomach twist. "You were able to restrain your desire because you know he's the one for you. You wouldn't risk losing him over something weaker than the connection you two share. It wouldn't be worth it, and you know that." His eyes widened, brows raised as if the answer was obvious. "Why don't you trust he'll do the same?"
"I trust him, I do… It's just… this feeling… this nagging impression in the back of my head…" I struggled to articulate it.
"It's just your insecurity trying to overshadow your better judgment. You need to be rational about this, Jasper."
"Yeah, I know…" I frowned, the truth stinging. "I guess… I fear losing Edward so much that it makes me vulnerable most of the time."
He nodded, sighing as if he understood. I bowed my head, staring at the floor.
"I bet he fears losing you just as much. I would if I were him." Mark's tone was low, deep, and something in it resonated with me in a way I couldn't quite grasp.
It stirred something inside, making me look up. He was staring at me with those guarded eyes again, just like at the club. Suddenly, a tension enveloped us, freezing me in in place. My pulse quickened, a warmth spreading through my chest.
I felt my lips parting, releasing the breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Then, slowly, deliberately, as if giving me a chance to stop him, Mark raised his hand.
My mind blanked, and I didn't react. The tips of his fingers grazed my forehead lightly as he tucked away the strands of hair that had fallen over my eyes, pushing them behind my ear.
I sighed involuntarily, a rush of warmth flooding through me, tightening in my stomach.
He pulled his hand away and looked down so quickly I could barely follow. My heart raced, confusion twisting within me.
Coming out of the trance, I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head slightly, then looked at my friend again. His face was flushed, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth.
I was puzzled. What was that?
"Can you give me a minute?" Mark asked, already getting up, his eyes averted from mine.
"Sure." It was all I could say.
As he walked down the hall, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
My stomach and throat constricted oddly, a tension I couldn't shake. I answered without checking the caller ID.
"Jasper," I spoke softly.
"It's me." Edward's voice filled my ears, bringing an instant wave of discomfort. He sounded confused while I felt an inexplicable guilt wash over me.
I took a deep breath, trying to push the strangeness aside.
"Sorry, babe, I didn't check the screen."
"Where are you?" His tone was neither demanding nor suspicious, just a bit befuddled. "I just got home. I thought you'd be here by now."
"Hey, do you want a beer?" Mark called from somewhere behind me.
I looked back and found him leaning on the nearest doorframe. That's when he saw I was on the phone.
"Sorry." He mumbled, furrowing his brows.
"Who's that?" Edward asked, his voice taking on a graver tone as I reassured Mark with a wave of my hand.
"Just one." I mouthed to my friend. "It's Mark. I'm at his place," I told Edward.
Edward fell silent, and I could almost feel his confusion through the line.
"I needed to talk… I didn't want to be alone, and you weren't home, so I came here," I explained, my stomach tightening with guilt. "Is it a problem?"
"No, not at all," he replied quickly, and I sensed the sincerity in his words. "It's just odd you didn't call to tell me you weren't going home... You usually do."
"I guess I was a bit distracted…" I sighed, wishing I could take it all back. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, hon. You don't need to apologize." He paused, hesitating. "You're still upset about our conversation, aren't you?" His tone was soft, laced with sorrow.
"Can we talk about it once I get home?" I asked cautiously. "I don't want to discuss it over the phone."
"Okay…" One tiny little word, and I knew he was sad. "Are you gonna take longer there?"
"If it's okay with you."
"Yeah, no problem." His reply was almost too quick, a hint of disappointment underlying it. "I'll see you when you get home then."
I hated that my need to find solace in a friend was saddening him, but I thought it was better for both of us if I had a clearer mind once I got home.
"I love you." I stated as clearly as I could, my words heavy with longing.
"I love you more." His tone was just a bit better, but still tinged with something off.
I disconnected the call and noticed Mark was right by my side, offering me a bottle. I took it from his hand as he sat on the couch next to me, his elbows on his thighs, hands wrapped around his beer bottle.
"Is he upset you're here?" Mark's question was saturated with concern, and he still wouldn't look at me.
"Just because I didn't tell him in advance."
He exhaled a weighted breath, and I felt an unsettling tension in the air.
"Jasper, it's not a good moment to let problems come between you two. He's probably feeling just as lost as you are right now. He's vulnerable." He finally turned his gaze to mine, a hint of apprehension lingering in his eyes. "And I don't want him to hate me."
"He won't. He's not even jealous; he's just sad because he believes it's his fault I'm feeling this way. It has nothing to do with you."
"Even so… I think you should be with him now. You two need to be close to reassure each other."
I nodded, sipping my beer while absorbing everything we'd discussed.
We drank together in silence. Mark still felt a bit off, but I cut him some slack; it wasn't the best moment to question his behavior.
After I finished my bottle, I placed it on the coffee table and stood up. Mark followed me, but when I looked up to meet his eyes, he was looking down again, still avoiding my gaze.
"Thank you. For listening, but mostly for understanding and advising without judging."
"No problem. I just want to help." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I have this… odd sense of protection towards you." He finally looked at me, hesitantly. "I worry about you, kid."
That little word made me flinch internally, a stirring sensation I couldn't ignore. I disguised it well, though, and nodded before turning to the door.
As we stepped outside the apartment, something bubbled up inside me before I impulsively turned to him again.
"Wanna run with me tomorrow morning?" The words spilled out before I could second-guess myself, my voice hesitant, as if I were testing the waters.
Mark blinked, surprise flashing across his face, but then he nodded, almost absentmindedly, his eyes unfocused.
The moment felt charged, like we were stepping onto something unsteady.
"Where do we meet?"
"I usually pass by around here; it's on the way to the park."
"So call me when you're leaving your apartment. I'll wait downstairs." His tone shifted to something more normal, but I still sensed an undercurrent of concern.
We fell into a brief silence as I waited for the elevator.
"Thanks again," I blurted out, surprising even myself.
Mark shook his head, a shy smile breaking through.
"Don't mention it. I'm here for you whenever you need me."
Just then, the elevator dinged, and I stepped toward the door.
"Think about talking to the guy," he urged, his words tumbling out in a hurry as I turned back. "I'll go with you if you want."
I nodded, the steel door beginning to close. The idea floated in my mind, tempting yet daunting. Accepting Mark's offer felt like a lifeline, but I needed to sleep on it before committing. This decision wouldn't be easy.
Still, it was the weight of something else that twisted in my stomach, an unsettling discomfort that had little to do with my choice.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head as I made my way home. The chatter in my mind was relentless, but I pushed it aside, determined to find clarity.