“I did something horrible too,” Harper concluded. “But that doesn’t mean, that can’t mean-this. Kaia’s dead. But we’re not, and-”
“And that’s not fair!” Beth screamed.
“Oh, grow up! Life isn’t fair, you’re not perfect, everything sucks-get the hell over it.”
Beth wanted to believe her. She wanted to relieve her burden, hand out the blame like a pile of Christmas presents, climb back up onto the roof, go inside the hotel, and go on with the rest of her life as if nothing had ever happened. But…
“Harper, I don’t know if I can.”
The hallways were choked with clumps of drunken Haven seniors, talking, smoking, drinking, and grabbing at Adam as he pushed past. Everyone wanted something from him, and he just wanted to get away. He threaded his way through the crowd, tuning out the chatter and ignoring the gossip until one line finally penetrated:
“Dude, did you hear? There’s some crazy chick up on the roof and it looks like she might jump!”
It felt like a pair of iron hands had wrapped around his throat and started to squeeze.
Nothing to do with me, he assured himself. No one I know. But as a flood of people crowded toward the elevators, he shoved them all out of the way, hurtling down the hall in the opposite direction, searching for Reed, knowing that he shouldn’t waste the time but not wanting to go up there and face whatever there was to face alone.
And Reed deserved to know.
Adam found him, and without explanation-and maybe no explanation was needed, because maybe they had already known-they bypassed the clogged elevators and raced up the stairs, flight after flight, panting but never flagging, Adam several lengths ahead but pausing when he reached the top. They passed through the door together. A crowd of witnesses clustered in front of the door, hushed but disengaged, like they were watching it all unfold on reality TV. Adam knew he should push his way through the crowd, but he couldn’t help it. He hesitated.
Beside him, Reed hadn’t moved either.
All they had now were their fears-and a little hope. But when they saw what was really going on, there would be no more space for either. There would only be reality. And Adam wasn’t ready to face it. Not yet.
“Beth, listen to me,” Harper insisted with a new urgency, realizing somehow that this conversation-though it seemed too civilized a term for whatever was going on between them-was nearing its end, one way or another. “Maybe I started this, maybe you did, it doesn’t matter-the point is, this can’t be how this is supposed to end.”
This. If she were stronger, maybe she could be clearer. This never-ending nightmare of hatred and revenge and misery and death.
And if she were bolder, maybe she could be more accurate. I started it. You can’t be the one to finish it.
“You hate me,” Beth whined. “I don’t know why you even want… why you even care-”
“You hate me too,” Harper pointed out. “You hated Kaia. But it didn’t mean you wanted her-”
“No. No! I didn’t want that. I never meant for it to happen. I swear. I promise. It just…”
“Happened. I know.” And she wasn’t just saying it. She could still hate Beth, blame Beth; she could still blame herself. She did. But-
That was the thing. There were no buts. No excuses. No explanations. No apologies that could ever be enough. No way to make things right again, no way to make things even. And trying to do that, trying to go backward, reliving the moment over and over again, trying to justify and understand and escape the guilt-it didn’t work. It left you on a ledge, twenty stories up, staring down at an empty parking lot, working up the courage to die.
There was no going backward, only forward. There could be no forgiveness, only acceptance. This had happened. And that wasn’t going to change. So it was either live with the consequences, bear the guilt, and keep going-or the ledge. The parking lot. The other choice.
“This won’t fix anything, Beth. This won’t make anything even. You’re not making up for what you did-you’re just running away.”
“So what am I supposed to do?”
“Stay. Fight. Feel guilty. Feel miserable. Hate me. Hate yourself. Live.” Harper hesitated. She had never told anyone what it was like, how bad it got at night, when she felt trapped inside her own body, when she wanted to punish herself, tear her own skin away or just crawl into a dark corner in the back of her mind, disappear into oblivion. But maybe Beth already knew. “It’s impossible. Painful. And sometimes you… I just want it to fucking end. But I…”
“You what?”
“I keep going. I make it through a day, and then I make it through the next one. I don’t give up. I try.”
“What if I can’t?” Beth’s voice was almost too quiet to hear. Maybe it was the wind. “What if I’m not as… strong as you? What if I just can’t?”
Harper paused, but it was too late for lies; there’d been too much truth. “Then I guess you give up,” she said bitterly. “I guess you quit. You jump. But don’t pretend that’s some twisted kind of justice. Don’t tell yourself that you’re doing the right thing. Just… please. Don’t.”
He had expected to recognize the figure on the edge, he had expected the terror and the shock and the nausea. But he hadn’t expected this.
“Harper?”
The night folded in on itself and, as if the last several nightmarish hours had never happened, he imagined for a moment that he was on a different roof, alone, and Harper was still waiting for him.
I never gave up on you, he told her silently. On us.
He had been so certain of his decision, so eager to find her, hold her, start all over again with a perfect kiss that would heal all their wounds. And then-circumstances had gotten in the way.
Apparently she wasn’t waiting for him anymore. Apparently, she’d given up.
Before he could move, Harper had swung herself half over the wall. He opened his mouth to scream, but only a hoarse moan dribbled out, like he was in a dream. And it felt like a dream, everything moving so slowly, yet inexorably, toward a point he could see so vividly, it felt like it had already happened, and there was nothing he could do.
“No,” he begged, but only in a whisper.
And then he saw a hand clasping Harper’s, and a blond head emerging over the wall. From this distance he couldn’t see her face, but he could picture the limpid blue eyes, and he could imagine the tears. Harper clutched her hand, pulled her over the wall, and back to safety. They stood there frozen for a moment, silhouetted against the neon skyline, holding hands like two paper dolls, in peril of blowing away. And then their hands dropped. Beth took a step forward, then another, and collapsed to the ground, shaking, her sobs echoing across the night.
Adam gave himself a moment to let the relief sink in, a moment of joy. And then he began to run.
It had all happened too fast, over before Reed even understood what was at stake, and what he’d almost lost. He’d seen her hair, her pale skin almost gleaming, and just like that, she’d been back on solid ground. And she needed him.
I loved you, he thought.
I hate you.
She’d taken Kaia away from him. She’d taken everything away, not just Kaia, but herself. She had been too good for him, too much for him, but she had loved him, and it had made the world glow-and it had all been a lie.
And yet.
She was still here. He had almost lost her, as he’d lost Kaia. But she was still here. Alive. Needing him. Maybe she wasn’t the person he’d thought she was. But maybe-and he hated himself for thinking it, because it was a betrayal, it was treason-maybe it didn’t matter.