Eternal Soul by Amy Henwood

Author:Amy Henwood [Henwood, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-03T05:00:00+00:00

10

The sound of someone clearing their throat occurred more prominently than the gasp, confirming we were being watched. I stopped kissing Jackson but kept my lips locked on his, afraid to break the seal to survey the intruder.

“You could have at least left an article of clothing on the doorknob to warn me,” said Mia.

I parted from him, no longer scared but embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her in reflex.

“Don’t be,” she said, smiling and obviously impressed.

Jackson vacated the couch and, upon standing, said to me, “Glad to see you’re on the mend,” followed by a sharp “Mia” on passing.

“Jackson,” she mimicked him.

I slumped into the back of the couch once he left. No “goodbye”, no “see you soon” or “I’ll call you later”. Parts of my soul left with him as I had no idea if I would ever see him again. He agreed to give me ski lessons, but I didn’t have his phone number, nor did he have mine. He knew where I lived, but in a matter of weeks this place I had called home would no longer be mine, but in the possession of the next set of university students. Unless he came back here soon, I would never see him again. Is this what depression felt like? Lonely and cold, full of what ifs and empty hope?

“Well, well,” said Mia, body slamming herself onto the couch beside me. “I didn't think you had it in you, but, man, was I wrong.”

“I didn't mean to. It just happened.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, unless for some odd reason you need to justify your actions for your mental well-being. I will admit, I am a little jealous you got to the cutie before me.”

“What about Ryan?”

“What about Chase?” she countered. My overly gorgeous, borderline abusive, can't-help-but-fall-for-him boyfriend. “Holy crap,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “Where did these come from?” She pointed at the items on the coffee table.

“It’s from Jackson. He called it a get-well incentive.”

“Do you have any idea what those are?”

“Ski gear.” Duh, I thought.

“Obviously, but do you know what kind?”

I gazed at her. My ski gear knowledge was as good as my skiing skills: not much. I knew what each piece of equipment was called and its purpose, but I could not tell a thousand-dollar ski apart from a hundred-dollar one.

Her hand approached the helmet and looked at me for permission. I shrugged, indicating that I really didn’t care. No big deal, it was only a helmet. Apprehensively, she lifted the helmet and held it with caution in one hand and the other ran over the smooth, untarnished surface. Animation dilated her pupils, looking as if it was a prized possession of rare commodity.

“Black Diamond Vapor,” she spoke with disbelief. “And the goggles. This has to be over five hundred dollars worth of gear.”

I quickly rewound what she had said. Five hundred dollars? That was a month’s worth of groceries for us, and that didn’t include the undisclosed amount on the gift card.

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