Текст книги "Perfectly Hopeless"

Автор книги: Holly Hood

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ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?

HENRI CONCENTRATED on the ceiling in the doctor’s office. His fingers drumming a beat on his abdomen as he waited for the doctor. He couldn’t help but think about how redundant his life had become over the last several years. Appointment after appointment, and it never made any difference how many doctors he saw, nothing ever changed. He wasn’t sure if it ever would. He had begun to accept that life didn’t always go on for everyone. Some people were meant to have it a little harder than others.

The doctor tapped on the door. Henri sat up. It wasn’t who he expected.

“Henri. Nice to see you again.”

Henri felt a bit awkward. This was Maven’s mother. The girl he was kissing in his bedroom and spending a lot of time with lately. He didn’t know how it happened. He never liked to get close to people. But she had found a way past the wall he built to keep people out.

He wondered how much Dr. Wilder knew about him, if he should mention anything, or if he looked idiotic in his hospital gown. God, how he hated the examination gowns.

Dr. Wilder had to remind herself of the rules, spelled out in black and white. That the diagnosis for Henri was more or less set in stone and he wasn’t the type to talk about it. Never, in all her career, had she seen such special treatment laid out for a patient. Most patients wanted to find a way to thrive. It seemed everyone was allowing Henri to give up.

She began washing her hands. “How are you feeling?”

Henri watched her every move. “Great.”

She smiled attentively as she listened to his heart, held the same expression as she checked his blood pressure even.

“The medication you were given, how is that working for you, Henri?”

Henri pinched the bridge of his nose, squinting as if he was in pain. He hadn’t taken any medication in several months. He didn’t have a reason other than maybe depression. Which some would probably have told him was stupid. The medication was prescribed to help him fight depression. He wasn’t willing to numb his feelings. That didn’t change anything.

***

Maven climbed the steps of Henri’s house. She rapped on the door, but before any of his family members could get to it, there was Henri. After spending hours at the doctor’s office doing his best to make it through another appointment, he was glad to see her.

“I brought lunch.” She lifted the picnic basket, Henri took it, heading down to the pond with Maven so they could eat lunch and hang out for the day.

He thought she looked beautiful. She was wearing a yellow sundress. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail that made her cheekbones even more prominent. As she took a seat in the grass she shook her bangs from her eyes and they fell perfectly against the side of her face.

He was happy to see her.

“What did you bring us?” He peeked into the wicker picnic basket, the kind he saw in the movies.

“Sandwiches. I’m not the best cook.” She grabbed one out. “And fruit salad.”

Henri accepted the brown sack that contained one turkey sandwich just for him.

“Cheese and mayo.” She told him, watching him examine her handiwork.

“This is fine.” He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Finally, she started on her own sandwich.

Henri crumpled his napkin, lying back in the grass. Something was weighing heavy on his mind. He looked over at Maven. She took a bite of watermelon, staring right back at him. After a few seconds she raised a puzzled eyebrow when he didn’t say anything.

“What?”

Henri sat up. He took her hand, urging her to move closer to him. He wrapped his arm around her, closing his eyes as the warm air fluttered past them. He rested his chin on the top of her head, glad he didn’t have to look her in the eye in a moment like the one they were in.

“So your parents are doctors.” He started with. Maven’s head shook, her hair rubbed against his chin. Her fingers squeezed his arm.

“Yeah, my entire life.”

Henri swallowed. “Your mother fills in for Dr. Moore sometimes. You look a lot like her.”

This was her moment to put some of the mystery together. He wasn’t great at explaining why he was the way he was.

Maven pulled away, she studied Henri’s expression.

“Yeah, she does.” She gave him a strange look. “Your aunt works at the office right?”

She could tell by his silence that wasn’t what he meant by it. She bit her lip, afraid to say anything more. It was obvious he was trying to tell her something.

She didn’t know what to say. So she kissed him, her hands leaving the grass and meeting up with the back of his neck. Her fingers worked their way through his hair. Henri pulled away, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“That’s not the reason you mentioned my mother is it?” she asked, feeling stupid. She took his hand. “You can tell me anything.”

Henri nodded. “This isn’t me. I’m never open with people I hardly know.” He touched her face, drawing her chin up to meet her eyes. “So you have to understand this is hard for me.”

“You can tell me anything. I promise I would never tell anyone else.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about hurting you.” Henri sighed. It was a lot tougher than he expected. He wondered why he couldn’t just spit it out. He had done this before. He ran a hand across her cheek. He knew he was starting to like her. And now he was worried he was going to hurt her.

This time Maven pulled Henri by the chin. “Come on, Henri. I’m sure once you say whatever it is you need to say you will feel better.” But he only shook his head in disagreement. He slid his hands through his hair, pulling at it in angst. He groaned, anxious with everything that was happening—the beautiful weather, the sun, the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. All of it annoyed him because it wasn’t his. It was only momentary in his eyes.

It was perfectly hopeless.

“I can’t do this.” He dropped his head between his knees breathless, anxiety coursing through him like tiny little rockets. He tensed up when she placed her hand on his back. Maven refused to pull away. She rubbed his back trying to rid him of some of the stress.

“You don’t have to. We can just sit here.” She pulled him close, securing his body with her arms, nearly squeezing the life out of him. “Look at the sun, the water. It’s all beautiful. Let’s just enjoy it.” She tugged on his arm, trying to get him to at least raise his head to witness the beauty she was referring to.

“I’m dying.” He spit it out finally.

Dying. The nastiest utterance in the English language escaped his lips and slammed into her conscious. Maven’s heart stopped. Her skin tingling and tears stung her eyes. She carefully wiped at them.

“How could that be?” She rested her head against him, confused, trying to appear strong even though she felt weak. Something so wonderful was crumbling before her very eyes—something that made her happy.

“I have asked the same question over and over.” He finally lifted his head. “I never knew there was anything wrong with me until I started playing baseball. Then one night during a big game I didn’t feel right. And before I knew it I passed out. When I woke up I was surrounded by paramedics and they were rushing me to the hospital.”

Maven listened.

“My whole life I thought I was fine. And then I do something I love and find out just like that, that I’m not okay and I’m not a normal healthy guy.”

“What was wrong with you?”

“They told me I had a heart condition, and that was the reason I collapsed on the field that day. And I was okay with that. My parents knew enough to know I could be put on a donor list. But then, nothing is ever that simple and by my next appointment they were tossing all these foreign words at us. My name was no longer Henri Levitt, I was just some statistic, this kid that missed school and was pumped full of drugs and told not to do anything anymore.”

Maven touched his arm. He pulled away like always when anyone wanted to comfort him.

“So what do you do?”

“I wait. I wait for the next step in my life to happen.” Death, he was waiting for death. He wasn’t about to tell her that though.

“So you’re on a donor’s list?” Maven was the daughter of two doctors. She knew there was a lot of hope for people like Henri. People received hearts all the time.

“No. I refused to go on that list because doctors said the probability of improvement was too bleak. If it was just my heart I could come back from a surgery like that. But I’m not lucky enough to just need a heart. My parents gave me a horrible set of genes that makes it pretty much impossible.”

“But you could try.”  She believed in hope. She was a girl with more hope than anyone.

“No. And I’ll tell you why. When I was in the hospital I met a lot of people. Young kids that barely got to live their lives. There was this little boy up there on the donor list. All I can remember is wanting so badly for him to find a heart so he could play baseball like me when he was older. And I knew there were more people out there just like him that could make it through a surgery, people able to accept a new heart. Why would I be greedy? Why would I take that from someone else for a measly chance? I wouldn’t. And I didn’t.”

Like everyone else in his life, he saw the look of frustration on her face. To them they were being normal, but to Henri they were being selfish. Henri had lived long enough to know what it was like to be happy. He had been pretty happy all the way up until he found out he was dying. He wanted to allow someone else that same right.

Maven couldn’t put herself in his shoes. She had never been in his place before. She didn’t know what it felt like to live, knowing you were dying. She couldn’t imagine it was fun. A lot about Henri made sense to her suddenly. And now all she wanted to do was help him make it through, to somehow transform into his answer, his savior.

“You’re upset. And I’m sorry about that,” Henri replied, he sighed. Maven rested her head against his shoulder.

“How could I not be upset?” She touched his face. “But don’t apologize, Henri.”

“I wouldn’t be angry with you if you left here right now, Maven. In fact I would totally understand it.” He stroked her hair, watching the willow trees blow in the breeze, afraid to hear her answer, but willing to accept it.

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at life.” She squeezed his arm, closing her eyes. “And I don’t want to be anywhere, but here with you.”

Henri couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He smiled, wrapping his arm around her.

“That’s the most amazing thing I have ever heard someone say.” Suddenly things didn’t feel so bad.

 

TIME

SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE BEEN walking on cloud nine, but she was still in her own kind of good mood. Mrs. Wilder noticed this about her as soon as she came into the kitchen for breakfast.

“Mom made pancakes.” Nick pointed out, hoping she would stick around long enough to catch the third degree from their parents so they would lay off of him for a while. Maven hardly showed her face anymore for breakfast, lunch, or even dinner. She was completely wrapped up in Henri Levitt. Her every waking moment revolved around Henri.

Their dad took a seat at the head of the table lifting the piping hot plate of pancakes and taking two of his own. He passed them to Maggie. Maggie tugged her ear buds from her ears, joining in on the family moment. Even she was surprised to see Maven this morning.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today, Maves?” Her mother asked. She knew the answer, but it was nice to have any form of conversation with her daughter.

“Henri and I were going to help paint decorations for the Portwood Summer Hop.” The Portwood Summer Hop was the annual shindig that everybody staying in Portwood attended. The young and the old were out for the festivities. And it was natural to hear that Maven was helping set up decorations. Only this year nobody thought Maven would be up to it. It was also something Jake Summit took part in.

“I was talking to Henri about the Hop and he said he had never been. It didn’t take much twisting of his arm to persuade him to help out. He loves to paint.” Maven smiled at the thought of Henri. She was only home because he had an appointment that morning. Otherwise she would have gotten up, showered, found something for the two of them to eat, and been on her way.

Nick pushed his plate away. “I’m full. And I promised April I’d meet her to shop for dresses.” Nick said his goodbyes and took off out the door.

Maggie shoved her ear buds back in¸ turning the volume up so she wasn’t part of any conversation that was about to begin. She knew her parents had been waiting to chat with Maven about Henri.

“How are things going between you and Henri?” Her father asked. He pulled his glasses off, setting them down on the table. He rubbed his eyes, looking exhausted already.

Maven lifted her glass of orange juice. “Wonderful.”

“Is everything alright with him?” Her mother asked. She was trying to hide her unease, but it was written all over her face.

“You’re his doctor, you’re not allowed to talk about this stuff outside of the office.” Maven pursed her lips. “Henri is fine.”

“I’m not discussing Henri’s medical issues. I was simply asking about Henri as a person.” She pushed her hair behind her ear, staring at Maven. “If you wanted to discuss anything with me about Henri the boy you enjoy being around, that is totally different. In this house Henri is just a boy my daughter likes a lot.”

Maven stared at her glass of juice, realizing the juice was trembling in her hand. She put the glass of juice back down. “There’s not a lot to say. Henri is sick. And if he is okay with that then I am willing to stick by him and be okay with it too.”

Her dad dropped his paper down on the table. He studied Maven’s expression. She looked like she was ready to burst into tears any second. “Maven, sweetheart. If there is anything you want to talk to us about we are here to listen.”

Maven closed her eyes. “What’s there to talk about?”

Maggie tugged her ear buds free. She sighed, “How about the fact that your boyfriend is going to die.”

“Maggie!”

Maggie jumped up from the table knowing she was wrong for saying it. But nobody else was willing to. “I’m sorry. But I think it’s the stupidest thing you guys have ever let her do. She’s going to fall for this guy and then he’s going to die and she is going to be even worse than when Jake dumped her for Tatiana.”

Nobody had to tell Maggie to go to her room, she was halfway there.

Maven stared at her parents, blown away by her sister’s explosion. “Is that what you think too?”

“No, Maven.” Her mother sighed, looking away from her, hiding the truth. “I just worry about you.”

“Henri’s health is something you have to come to terms with. And I’m sure something you are very aware of by now.” Her dad touched her hand. “Henri seems like an amazing young man. We all hate to see you fall for…for someone that has to go away.”

Maven closed her eyes in defeat, tears spilling down her cheeks and dropping on the tabletop.

“He’s going to die,” she said out loud for the first time. “And I’ll miss him. I already know that I will. But I can’t help wanting to be a part of his life. Even if he is going to die, he is still affecting me in a really wonderful way. He deserves to be happy. And if I make him happy how can I run away from that just because he’s sick?”

Neither of her parents spoke.

“Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime, just because you had to let it go sooner than you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?”

Her mother was speechless, searching for an answer.

But her dad squeezed her hand. “Your mother means the world to me. And when I met her at eighteen I would have done anything to be near her. That wouldn’t have changed if she was sick.”

***

Nick headed down the porch steps, a little pep in his step at the idea he was about to see April again. He thought she was a fun girl. And he liked having fun. Just as he was about to hurry down the walking path to April’s house, he saw Henri approaching. He could tell by the way he was adjusting his shirt collar he was edgy about seeing his sister. This was a good thing. It meant he genuinely liked her. Nick was a guy, he knew these things. He too, had made sure to throw on a fresh shirt that morning for April, because guys went that extra length when the girl meant something.

He threw up a hand in the form of a hello. Henri dropped his hands looking embarrassed to be caught primping on the sidewalk. “Hey there.”

Henri nodded his head. “Hey, Nick.”

Nick wasn’t sure what to say next. He never took the time to get to know Jake what made Henri any different?

“Yeah, hey. Maven is inside waiting on you. Have a good time.” He twisted on his heels and started down the sidewalk. Henri turned, watching him head toward his house.

“April’s excited. It’s not often she gets her way when it comes to shopping.” He called out over his shoulder. He knew Nick wasn’t looking to know him, but he was still willing to give it a shot.

Nick stopped. “Well, I figured seeing as I asked her to the dance it’s the least I could do.”

Henri smiled. “She’s pretty much exploding with glee all day long now because of you.” He raked his fingers through his hair smiling at the thought of April and her glee. Ever since Nick first asked her to hang out, she was the happiest girl he had ever seen.

Nick narrowed his eyes on Henri. Was he trying to make conversation?

“What about you, Henri?” Nick shoved his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts, rocking on his heels. “Do you plan on asking my sister to the Hop?”

Henri’s eyes widened. He swallowed down the anxiety that was bubbling to the surface. He hadn’t even considered going. “I hear the Hop is a big deal. I’ve never been too good at dancing or dressing for them.”

Nick noticed the instant gloominess that took over the situation. Hadn’t this guy had a father that taught him all about tying ties and what jackets to wear, like he did?

“Look here, Henri. If by some crazy miracle you decide to take my sister to the dance I promise I won’t let you show up looking like a complete idiot.” Nick patted him on the shoulder.

Henri shook his head. “Thanks for that. I think I see Maven.” He waved, heading up the sidewalk. It was a kind gesture, but he had Flynn to guide him through the tough obstacles of manhood. Besides, he wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew if all else failed he could ask April or Sandra if he looked like an idiot. They were very fashionable and always devouring fashion magazines in their spare time at the yogurt hut.

There she stood.

“Henri Levitt,” Maven said jokingly. She was wearing a flannel dress that stopped above the knee, white sandals with the cutest pink toenails, and her hair was spilling all around her shoulders in soft waves, her cheeks were dusted with a light pink blush and her lips were kissed with a fresh shimmery lip-gloss. “I thought we agreed on eleven.”

He dropped his head in defeat. “You got me.”

She brought her hands to her hips, poking one leg forward. Her smile as bright as the sunshine pounding down on him, he ran a hand down the back of his neck, amused she was teasing him about being three minutes late.

“I always thought you were such the gentleman.” She smiled sweetly, coming down the steps. And instead of their usual greeting, she moved in, wrapping her arms around his torso. The sweet smell of her hair and perfume tickling his nose, he immediately did the same, squeezing her tightly.

“I never said I was gentle. And most days I don’t feel too manly.” He grinned as they broke apart.

Maven’s father opened the screen door.  He stepped onto the porch. He was a lot sterner than Henri anticipated. A tall muscular frame, arms as big as tree trunks, he wasn’t a man to mess with, Henri could see that. His eyes narrowed and he jutted his chin forward staring at the two of them. Maven quickly put a space between them.

“Hey, Dad.” She waved.

“You two heading on down to help with the painting?” He settled into the rocking chair, his tall frame dwarfing the chair. The sunlight made his wavy brown hair glisten, and also showed the hints of silver sprinkled through it. He had a fair complexion and deep blue eyes that were always analyzing his surroundings.

Henri looked at Maven before he opened his mouth to reply. “Yes, sir.”

His dark eyebrows knitted together sizing him up further. A boy with manners, this was new. Jake hardly called him his own name. He was used to bro or dude. He leaned back in his chair, a small grin creeping up his face as he shook out the newspaper that only seconds before was lying at his feet.

Maven shook her head. “You can call him Grant. He’s not as mean as he looks I swear.”

Henri refused to believe this. Grant looked meaner than he looked. And the way he watched his daughter told him he cared a great deal about her and her happiness. He could tell he didn’t trust just anyone with his family.

“You two have a good time. Tell Miss Lisa hello for me and your mother.”

Maven agreed. She gave Henri “the look” before she turned on her heels and started down the sidewalk.

“Your dad is scary,” Henri said as they walked down the cobblestone road to Portwood square. It literally was the end of the line, the last bit of property owned by Portwood. A cul-de-sac strewn with willows, park benches and a little concession stand for drinks and food. And one aged barn that housed all the summer decorations.

“He’s so not.” She gave Henri a smile, staring down at her feet. “He’s a doctor. And he’s super nice to all his patients. He’s more scary to us, if anything.”

Henri’s expression fell. Maven waved a hand. “I didn’t mean it that way. He’s a good man. He just…expects a lot from us kids.”

“That’s not so bad,” Henri said. “It’s good that your parents expect a lot from you. If they didn’t care who else would?”

“I understand that. But most kids my age don’t. A lot of people give us a hard time. I’ve been called a goodie goodie my entire life.” She shrugged. “I got used to it a long time ago though.”

Henri couldn’t help but feel bad. “I’m sure your real friends didn’t think that right?”

Maven laughed. She had no real friends. “The friends I had, I no longer talk to. We haven’t spoken since Jake and I broke up. They decided being friends with Jake was more important I suppose.”

At one time, Maven had had lots of friends. Friends she confided in, ones that spent the night at her house. The kind you called all hours of the day and night to gossip with, but soon that all changed. An imaginary divide had her on a totally different level than everyone else. Her friends were no longer her friends. They were Jake and Tatiana’s.

The days of gossip and sleepovers were all too quickly a memory. And the only friends she had were her family. And Maggie wasn’t the greatest at relating to her. Maggie hated her for being sad all the time.

Henri took her hand. “Then I guess they weren’t very important after all.”

She smiled. “No, they weren’t.”

“I know the feeling.” He stopped walking. “When everyone in Tennessee found out I was sick they suddenly forgot how to call. Nobody wanted to invite me out because they were afraid I was going to drop dead.” His own girlfriend had bailed. Someone he thought cared about him. She stuck around for a week, but soon the medications and testing became too much of a burden and that’s when he found out she was dating one of his close friends. It was also when he decided he had had enough of Tennessee and moved to Georgia. His parents were upset. They just wanted to take care of him. But he was tired of the disappointment—he was also tired of feeling like a disappointment.

Maven tugged his hand, bringing him back to life. “What are you thinking about?”

Henri smirked. “I am thinking about how pretty you are.”

Maven laughed. “You so are not.”

“I so am.” They fell silent. Henri pulled her close, his hands resting on her shoulders as he stared into her eyes. “How could I not?”

Maven lifted her head, kissing him on the chin. Henri dropped his head, placing a soft kiss on her lips. He pulled away, wiping at the lip-gloss now coating his lips.

“That’s so your shade.” She teased.

Jake Summit blindly painted a wooden sign with white paint, watching Maven and Henri talk to Miss. Lisa. He had also caught the tail end of their kiss. He dropped his brush into the paint tray, hopping down from the step ladder. He drew the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping the sweat away before approaching the three of them.

“Henri you can come with me, and I’ll show you what there is to work on,” Miss Lisa said leading Henri away. This was perfect timing.

Jake slung his shirt over his shoulder and tapped Maven on the shoulder. She spun around and gasped. “Jake.”

“Hey there, Maven.” He grinned. “Didn’t think you would have it in you to come.”

She couldn’t believe he was bothering her. She had hoped the day would go well, but already it was proving horrible. “Don’t let me keep you.” She shoved past, but Jake grabbed her by the arm.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” He brushed her hair from her shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin. “This used to be our thing. You always looked so cute painting in your little dresses.” His gaze fell to her dress. One she had worn several times on dates with Jake. Now she wanted to burn it.

“Isn’t Tatiana wondering where you are by now?” She bit her tongue before she said any more.

“Tatiana wasn’t allowed to come. She’s grounded.” He ran a hand through his hair, his tanned torso gleaming with sweat. Maven looked past his fit physique, disgusted at the sight of him. At one time she had found herself lusting over his body, but not anymore. It meant nothing to her.

“That’s right, she’s a junior,” she said under her breath. She and Jake were officially out of high school and he was dating Tatiana who would be a junior while they were off at college. He sure knew how to pick them.

“Her parents sort of walked in on us. You know…bad timing.” He stepped closer whispering in her ear. “Remember that night you snuck me in your bedroom and your parents almost found out?”

Maven looked away, pushing into Jake. “No, I don’t.” She lied. It was now nothing more than the biggest mistake of her life—the night she slept with Jake and many times thereafter. She turned away before he could see how upset he was making her.

“Those were great times, Maves,” he said from behind her.

“Go away, Jake.”

Jake smirked. “You can’t tell me you don’t think about you and me anymore.”

Maven pulled it together turning to face Jake again. “No. I don’t think about you and me anymore. There’s nothing to think about. You’re a big fat mistake, a regret I wish I could totally remove from my memory.” She kept a straight face daring him to say anything more.

“You moved on huh?” Jake shot a look in Henri’s direction. Henri was fast approaching with a gallon of paint and two brushes. “He’s kind of scrawny. A bit weird too. Doesn’t seem like your type.”

Maven ignored him. She had nothing to say, nor did she feel like she had to defend Henri or any guy to Jake. Jake meant nothing.

“I hear the kid has issues.” Jake really knew how to get under somebody’s skin. “I wonder what’s wrong with him. I’m sure it’s something dreadful.”

Maven slapped Jake in the arm. She pushed him next, almost taking down a group of girls walking behind them. “Just get the hell out of here, Jake!”

He stared at Maven, shocked she was lashing out at him. It wasn’t like her. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Nobody cares what you have to say!” She screamed before he could form words. “You cheated on me and lied to me our entire relationship. Why do you think I care what you have to say?”

Jake shook his head. The gathered crowd had heard every word and he felt stupid now. He didn’t like looking like an idiot. He pushed through the gawking crowd, taking off.

Henri dropped the paint at his feet, watching Jake hightailing it down the middle of the street, his tail between his legs. Whatever Maven had said really did a number on him. He looked over at her, careful not to step in her space. He knew Jake was a sensitive issue for her.

Maven brushed her bangs from her eyes, sniffling. She was crying as she made her way over to him, and doing a wretched job at hiding behind her hair so that the crowd couldn’t see her misery.

“I’m sorry. He just really knows how to get to me.” She lifted the paint. “You would think I would know how to ignore him by now. But he’s always right there in my face.”

Henri shrugged. “No worries, looks like he is long gone now.” He kneeled down, dipping a paint brush into the black paint.

“I swear this isn’t the way I usually am.” She took a deep breath, trying to smile in spite of all the tears that just kept fighting to come out.

Henri dropped his paintbrush. He took her face in his hands staring deeply into her eyes. Not uttering a sound just watching her emotions seep out in front of him. His thumbs dragging under her eyes taking care of every tear that escaped.

Maven squeezed his arm. “Thanks.”

Henri shook his head. “Don’t thank me. That guy is an idiot. Anyone who treats a girl like you badly is an idiot. And he doesn’t deserve your tears, so just turn them off and we’ll paint. But I’m not letting you go until all the tears are gone.”

Maven’s eyes fluttered, she took a deep cleansing breath. There were several girls from her school off in the distance watching Henri and her. Henri gained her attention again. “Forget about everyone. They don’t matter. Who cares if you cried, so what? Everyone cries. Just close your eyes.”

Maven did as he asked. “Okay.”

Henri looked over at the girls giving Maven dirty looks. It was amusing to all these people to see Maven’s unhappiness play out in public. He lifted her chin, placing a kiss on her lips. The world suddenly didn’t matter as he kissed her. Maven didn’t feel panicked any longer. She opened her eyes.

“Henri, you didn’t have to do that.” She touched his face. “I’m okay now.”

“I didn’t have to. I just wanted to.” He pushed her hair behind her ear for her. “They are not going to ruin your day.”