Ignite (Ignite 1)

I wasn’t even looking at him anymore as I reflected on the last few years. I kept my eyes pointed at a random spot on the rug. “When I was with Daniel… it was the only way I could forget you. Being lost with someone else for even a moment was better than having to feel the hole in my heart at the reminder of what I’d walked away from. He… he’s broken too. What we have… or had… was a simple agreement.” This was hard to talk about, but I knew he wanted and needed to hear it. “We never had a real relationship or anything like that. We’ve just been using each other to forget the bad things for a little while.”

“He looked at you like you were more than just an arrangement, Sara.” Jaxon’s voice was startlingly soft.

“He offered more. Today.”

“And what did you say?”

“He told me to wait a few days, but he made me promise to go back to him.”

“Someone can’t force you to promise something you don’t want to promise, Sara.”

I looked at him despairingly, all cried out. “You’ve been nothing but cold to me, Jaxon. Why on earth would I have stopped to think for a split second that I might have another chance with you? All I’m doing is trying to be content with my life, and if that means being content with Daniel then… then I can’t pass that up.”

He opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang. Exhaling in irritation, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered. “What?” I watched him listen intently for a few agonizingly long moments. “Alright. I’m on my way.” He hung up, and shrugged at me, masterfully concealing his face from all emotion. “I gotta go.”

“What? Like that?”

“I can’t stay.”

“This is more important. Isn’t it?”

“I can’t stay,” he repeated with finality. That was the end of that.

Shocked by the abrupt end to the conversation, I gritted my teeth and shook my head.

He looked away from me, put his phone back into his pocket and stood glued in his spot for a few seconds. Then, without even a glimpse in my direction, he left the room, shutting the door sharply on his way out.

I was disappointed that whatever it was couldn’t have waited until we’d sorted things out. But I didn’t want to make myself feel anymore worthless than I already did. So I turned the lights off and crawled into bed. When my own phone rang a half hour later, I rejected Daniel’s call.

I wasn’t going to fool myself. I couldn’t give Daniel what he wanted, not after realizing how deeply in love I still was with Jaxon. I hadn’t moved on from him one bit. That cold, painful admission meant there was no way I could open my heart to anybody else. As I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to take me, I wondered if I was going to grow old and grey alone; because by how heavily anchored my heart was to Jaxon, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to move on.

*****

The mattress shifted sometime in the middle of the night. Having waited a few agonizingly long hours, I’d given up on hoping he’d return to sleep next to me again. I passed out after an eternity of self-wallowing, and because I was still so damn tired, I couldn’t be entirely sure if the warm arm around my waist was real or a conjured up hallucination.

Come morning, I woke up entirely aware of my surroundings. I hastily turned around and my hopes were dashed when I saw the other side was empty and cold. It didn’t even look like he’d slept there. Being the creep that I was, I smelled the pillow and took in his scent that had entrenched itself in the fabric from the other night’s sleep.

Feeling moody, I kicked off the covers and got ready to, yet again, get the house done. After changing into another predictable outfit that consisted plainly of jeans and a thin sweater, I went down stairs. Lucinda was in the kitchen drinking a hot cup of coffee, looking groggy and tired, her normal pristine hair in a messy bun as she flicked through the newspaper.

“Morning,” I yawned, plopping down next to her.

“You’re up early. I haven’t even started on breakfast.” She combed through the tangles of my hair before pausing. I caught her eyes on my neck, and I quickly removed her hand from me.

“Don’t bother with breakfast. I’ll pick up something on the way to the house.”

“Are you sure?” With an amused smile on her face, she was still staring at my neck even though I’d hurriedly covered it up with my hair.

“Yeah, and stop looking there.” Best thing about Lucinda was I could say what I wanted without worrying about it sounding rude. We’d always had that open line of communication where all dirty laundry was aired out without a care.

“Daniel sure got busy fast,” she chuckled, looking back down at her newspaper.

“It was from Jaxon, actually,” I admitted, holding my breath in case her reaction was ugly. Yeah, dirty laundry could be aired, but that didn’t mean every single thing was alright.

Her eyes returned to mine, and for a while she was motionless. Her mouth was hanging open, but no words were coming out.

“Okay then,” she finally said, taking a sip of her coffee. “Jaxon sure got busy fast.” Then she smiled to herself and continued reading the newspaper. What? Was that all she was going to say?

“You’re not upset?”

Without looking up, she asked, “Why would I be upset?”

“Nothing might come of it – whatever happened between him and me the other night, I mean.”

“I’m sure you’ll both figure that out.”

“I hurt him badly, Lucinda. He told me last night what he’s been through.”

This had her looking up, and a shift in her demeanour turned the atmosphere into a serious one. “He told you? Everything?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And what did you say?”

“I’m still a little speechless. I wish I’d… I’d called you. I sent my friend to call you all those years ago, and you told her he was working away and that he was happy. I couldn’t face you myself after I treated him so badly.” My stomach was in knots while I explained this to her. “I’m sorry. I should have called you myself and then I would have known where he was and I would have been there for him.”

“Oh, fuck.” She put a hand over her face and shook her head. “I was telling everyone that because he didn’t want people knowing where he was. If I’d known it was you...”