Some things should never be pushed away when they are ready to be shared.
I knelt between his legs and placed my hand on his cheek. I searched his desolate gaze. “I can’t speak on your brother’s behalf. But sometimes we keep things to ourselves, so soul destroying that they can tear us apart inside.” I kissed his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then finally his lips. “Sometimes, people don’t let their loved ones know how much they are hurting because they don’t want to bring them pain too.”
Cael’s eyes shimmered, and I caught a stray tear with my finger before it could fall. I cradled it in my hand. It was a tear of Cael’s growth. “He loved you, Cael,” I breathed, needing to be his strength right now. “Of that I have no doubt.”
Cael’s breathing was heavy, and then he said, “I’ve felt so alone for so long, Peaches.” My heart shattered apart. Because I had too.
“You’re not alone anymore,” I said, voice strong and unwavering.
Cael kissed me again, then held me to his chest. I sat between his legs again, his arms wrapped around me like he would never ever let me go.
The snow fell silently around us—a heady juxtaposition to the golden beach it landed upon. Stars were full above us and plentiful between the clouds. Linking my fingers through Cael’s, I said, “What did you think of the northern lights?” Cael tensed underneath me. I simply held his hand tighter.
“They were incredible,” he said, “But … I think part of me that should experience joy is numb.” I leaned back against him. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel anything to its entirety again. Anger was the only thing that ever made me feel something. Maybe that’s why I held on to it for so long. Maybe, even though it was toxic, it was better than nothing.” I let that sit in the air between us for a few minutes.
“Poppy believed in heaven,” I said and found myself staring at Orion’s Belt again. “She was never sad that she was dying,” I said, trying to keep the hurt from my voice. “I could never understand how she didn’t fear what she was facing. But her faith was so strong it left no room in her heart for doubt.”
“What do you believe?” Cael asked, hugging me tighter.
“I honestly don’t know,” I admitted. “I have always loved science. Like the definitive answers it can give.” I shrugged. “But there are no definites when it comes to death—except that we will all face it, one day.” I lifted our joined hands and ran my free hand over Cael’s fingers; they were rough but felt so perfect against mine. “After Poppy passed, I read everything I could on the scientific research around death. But the truth is, we won’t ever know what happens until we get there.” I pointed our joined hands up at the sky. “Stars are energy, and people are energy too. The entire universe is made of energy. Some see that as science, and some people refer to that energy as God.” I shook my head. “I lean toward science. It feels most right to me.” I sighed at the heaviness these questions posed. “All I know is that there’s something bigger than I can ever comprehend.”
I smiled as a shooting star flew across the sky. “I like to think of Poppy as a star.” The sacrifice that cost me to admit was all-consuming. I hadn’t told a single person that. Not even my therapist. Not my parents, not even Ida. “That probably sounds ridiculous.”
“It doesn’t,” Cael said, his understanding tone immediately putting me at ease. “It’s beautiful,” he said, and in that moment, I fell for him just that little bit more.
I stared at the snow and the stars that were looking down upon us. “The sky looks more beautiful now that I know she’s up there,” I said and felt a walled off part of me collapse. “The stars are brighter, knowing she lives among them.” I smiled to myself. “Some nights I sit for hours trying to find her. But it’s impossible. Then I’m confronted with just how many stars there are in the sky. And I’m reminded of just how many millions of people have lost someone they love too. Grief makes you feel isolated and alone. But the truth is, it’s the least lonely state to be in.”
I turned in Cael’s arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Is this okay?” I whispered.
“Of course,” he said, and he searched every inch of my face. “You’ve made this trip so much better for me,” he said and kissed my lips. “You’re making my life better.” I embraced him on this snowy beach, under a sky full of endless stars.
We were making each other better. And as Cael steered back my head and claimed my mouth in another kiss, I allowed myself to fall fully. No holding back, no fear in my heart. I would allow myself to become engulfed by Cael and he by me.
Because when you have lost something so precious, when something priceless comes along, you embrace it with both hands.
And you never let it go.
Melded Souls and Open Hearts
Cael
Oslo
Several days later
THE FAMILIAR RINK IN O
SLO WAS EMPTY, THE LATER HOUR KEEPING EVERYONE away. It wasn’t quite curfew, but the streets were mostly empty. I sat on the bench, just staring at the ice as I tied up my skates. It was muscle memory, tying these laces. The feel of the blade beneath my sole was as comforting to me as sitting before a roaring fire. White mist puffed in clouds from my mouth, and I stood. A bolt of excitement zipped through my veins, the sensation so unexpected it almost made me lose my footing.
It took seven steps for me to meet the edge of the rink. I placed my skate on the ice. I closed my eyes and, on the count of five, pushed forward. The minute the cold breeze ran through my hair, everything seemed to slot into place.
I opened my eyes and stopped in the center of the rink. Bending down, I placed my palm on the ice like I had done several days before. Only this time, I didn’t let that feeling crush me. I didn’t think of Cill. I just stayed in the moment, stayed in the euphoria of being back in a rink, cold seeping into my bones.
I skated to the edge of the rink, viewing the entire ice before me. And just like I had done so many thousands of times before, I pushed off and raced down the ice at such a fast speed, the bitterness of the breeze bit at the tips of my ears. My cheeks began to ache as I flew, lap after lap, circling the rink with a familiar ease. My cheeks ached again, and my footing almost faltered when I realized it was because I was smiling.
My hands clenched and I yearned for a hockey stick to hold, a puck to hit, and a net to aim for. But this … just this was enough for now. This and the happiness filling my heart as I kept gaining speed, so fast it felt like I was flying.
Then I heard a laugh—a proud and emotion-filled laugh. I came to a sharp stop, spraying the ice into the boards, only to find Savannah on the other side, bundled up in her coat, hat, and gloves, eyes shining with … pride.
“Cael, you … you …” she said but ran out of words. She didn’t have to say a thing. I could feel how proud she was of me even from here.
It was an unusual feeling when I realized I was proud of myself too. And that this moment wasn’t tied up in me and Cillian. This joy of skating, of hockey, belonged solely to me. I
did love this feeling.
Idid love this game.
Pointing to the skate hut at the side of the rink, I said, “Suit up, Peaches.” I thought Savannah would say no. I thought she would insist she stay on firm ground. But she didn’t do any of that. Instead, she got the skates with confidence and in minutes had them on her feet.
She was wobbly as she stood and approached the ice. I met her at the entrance and held out my hand. Savannah didn’t second-guess herself. She didn’t second-guess me. She just took my hand, one hundred percent trust, and let me take her into my arms. I made sure she stayed upright and guided her slowly around the rink. The look of happiness on Savannah’s face melted me.
We were alone on the rink. The others were watching a movie in the hotel, resting before we left Norway tomorrow. We were only back in Oslo for one night to catch an early-morning flight. We were in the same hotel as before. Leo and Mia had given me permission to come out here. It wouldn’t surprise me if they were watching us now. But I didn’t care. I
needed to be here. They understood that too.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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