New York City
United States of America
July 21xx
“You don’t have to do this.”
They remained in bed; Elena comfortably
sitting while Ansel lay in her lap. She ran her fingers through the curls of
his hair, gently tugging and wrapping her fingers around them. It was what
Ansel liked; he liked having her play with his hair. If anything, it was
soothing. Almost too soothing—he almost forgot to respond to what she had just
said.
“I know. I know I don’t have to. But I want
you to know.” His eyes met hers and the corner of his mouth lifted in an
attempt to smile. “You deserve to know, Lena. I don’t want to hide from you
anymore.” She pursed her lips.
“Only if you’re sure,” she eventually
agreed. Ansel moved, adjusting himself into a position more comfortable for
both of them. His head rested against her stomach and her other hand lightly
stroked his side in comfort. “Where do you want to start?”
“With how it feels. How it feels for me, at
least. It affects everyone differently.” She nodded, “…have you ever gone
swimming by the ocean?”
“I have, with my family and Amelia. It was
a long time ago,” Elena frowned slightly, “but I can still remember.”
“How strong were the waves?”
“The waves?” she thought back. To Elena, it
was mostly a blur. She had gone with her family and her older sister back when
she was a high school sophomore. Elena remembered being hesitant to wade
despite Amelia’s encouragements; she was never the best swimmer. The waves, she
remembered—“They have a tendency to pull you in if you’re not careful,” she
said. “Something to do with the tide. It was fun being dragged back so as long
as the tide would carry you back.”
Ansel nodded. “But you weren’t dragged too
far away?”
“Never, come to think of it.” she looked at
him, “…is that how it feels for you?”
“Close enough.” The ghost of a smile, a
tired one. “But instead of being dragged across,
it feels like being dragged underneath the surface.”
“Underneath the surface,” Elena repeated
slowly. She stopped stroking his hair, “like you’re being made to drown or
something?”
“Exactly.” He closed his eyes. “It feels
like drowning.”
She remained quiet. Ansel did too, and they
remained that way for a few moments before he gained the courage to speak once
more. “For the first few years, it felt normal. It felt like a normal thing, to
be down almost all days of the week, to be lethargic and unwilling to do
anything. But eventually I learned that it wasn’t normal, not at all.”
“…when did you learn?”
“Third year of high school. It was finals
week and—and it all fell to shit,” he managed a laugh. Elena watched, “You
learn that it’s not normal when you break down in front of your friends, your
classmates. That it’s not just me overreacting because of nerves or whatever
shit my classmates threw. I don’t want to talk about it in detail, but…it was
bad. Worse than when you saw me in the office.”
“Because of finals?”
“More than finals. The waves—they pull you
in, drag you deep, deep down. When they’ve got you at a good area, they just
keep you there. It becomes hard to see the others beyond the surface. It’s hard
to see them reaching out. And when you want to reach out yourself, grab
someone’s hand, the water’s too heavy. Finals week was me reaching my boiling
point.”
“How did it feel?” she asked softly. He
almost flinched.
“Like a rubber band that stretched too
much.”
“Oh.” He nudged her hand and she quickly
started to work on stroking his hair, feeling his face. It helped ebb the pain
away, but only slightly. “Still okay?”
“…I think so.” He exhaled, “Yeah.”
“We can stop talking about it if you want—”
he quietly held up a hand, and she stopped her sentence. “Ansel…”
“Please. I want you to know.” She gave a
concerned look and was about to protest once more, but he pushed himself up,
turning towards her and resting his hands on her shoulders. “I want to stop
hiding,” he admitted. “I want to stop being ashamed of it. You – and maybe the
others – they deserve to know, too.”
Eventually, finally, she nodded. “Okay.
Let’s keep talking.”
* *
* * *
They talked and talked, Ansel revealing
more about himself until his throat felt dry, achy. The two ended up sprawled
on the bed, he lying in her lap again with her fingers running and combing
through his hair. As he talked, he felt familiar stabs to the chest, familiar
pangs of worry that whispered things like how she wouldn’t believe him, things
like she’d leave him quicker than ever.
But each time they made his words stammer
and jump, turn uneasy, she would shoot him a gentle look and nudge him. Continue, her actions told him.
And he did.
Eventually, Ansel stopped talking, eyes
half-open. Elena wasn’t as sleepy, though was willing to at least tuck him in
and let him have the sleep he needed. As she attempted to gently push him off
her lap, he clung to her and muttered something under his breath. “You need to
rest.”
“…what time is it?”
“It’s late. Probably getting close to one
in the morning.” Ansel kept clinging until she stopped. “Why?”
“You’re going to work or do some layout in
advance,” he yawned, “I know you. Can you just…sleep with me, please?”
She couldn’t help it. Elena laughed
quietly, tweaking his nose in defeat. “Alright. Just let me move and then we
can get settled, okay?” he made a small noise but relented, the two of them
eventually settling into bed with Elena resting her head on his chest. She
hummed lowly; he had his arms around her and his mouth pressed to the top of
her head in a permanent kiss.
Minutes passed. Elena was convinced that he
was asleep by then until he spoke up in the darkness of the room. “…Lena?”
“Mm?”
“Thank you for listening.” He kept his eyes
closed, “For…staying.”
“You know I always will,” she began, but
felt him shake his head.
“Not many people do.” He tightened his grip
on her the slightest bit, “But you…you’re still here.”
“And I’ll always be here.” She made herself
comfortable wrapped in his arms and head on his chest, and closed her eyes as
well. “I can promise you that.” Ansel went quiet, continuing to hold her close.
“I know that stuff happened back when you were in high school, but…things are
different now.” Ansel removed his lips from her head and she looked up at him, “You’re
with better people and you’re in a better place. Okay?”
He nodded slowly and she pressed her lips
against his. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips, pressing her tighter
to him.
Elena felt herself smile. “I love you too.”
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