That night was the best night of my life. I lay in his embrace, then we made love, and then he held me again. The time flew by, although I never wanted it to end. I loved Garrett with all of my being, heart and soul. When morning finally came, I kissed Garrett goodbye, and left. I didn't really want Seth to know what was going on.
I should never have left Garrett alone.
I didn't do anything in particular that day. I read a book whilst sitting on the sofa, as I had done countless times before. I waited to see Garrett, but he never showed up. The morning turned into the afternoon, which then turned to evening. I started wondering what was wrong, so made my way up to Garrett's room and hesitated. He opened the door before I could knock, and he ushered me in, without a smile. I looked at him, completely confused. He motioned for me to sit in a chair by his bed, and I knew that something was up. He was trying to mask his emotions, and was avoiding my gaze. Panic welled up inside me, and the silence was terrifying. He finally spoke.
"Aila... I don't know how to say this..." He started, then sighed at himself. "I... don't think that you should stay here any longer." If I had guessed at what he was going to say, I never would have guessed that. I blinked in disbelief. He still wouldn't look at me.
"But... last night..." I started, but he cut in.
"Last night was amazing, Aila. Don't get me wrong. I just don't think that you should stay here... you shouldn't live like this! Wandering around, never aging, never fully living! It's wrong! You have so much to give, and you're shut away in this house with the likes of me."
"You're here. Why would I leave?" I asked him, it finally dawned on me what he was really saying. I tried to catch his eye, but couldn't.
"Aila..." He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He opened them and looked at me for the first time. "I don't want you here. You complicate things. Seth and I are just fine." I tried hard not to cry.
"But I have nowhere to go." I told him, my voice clipped.
"I spoke to a few people, and I've arranged for you to stay with a theatre group. You said you love the theatre. We're right outside of it, actually."
"I don't want your charity!" I spat, angry. He didn't rise to it.
"Well as you said; you have nowhere to go. take it or leave it, it makes no difference to me." He said nonchalantly, shrugging. I gasped, finally working out that there was nothing I could do. The man I was in love with, that was my life, was removing me from his world. I stood and left.
I went to my room and packed a few things, and made my way to the front door. I didn't want any good-byes. I didn't want any fake wishes of good luck or lies about love. I opened the door and walked into the warm summer air, and sobbed as I walked away, not daring to look back.