Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
I loved it. I loved seeing her openly bask in life's pleasures when for so long she's been dealing with life's cruel realities. Death has had a strong grip around her heart these past few months. Not just with the death of Sylvia, but also with the tangle of thoughts and feelings she's been working through surrounding the death of Richard's wife and kid. And, of course, all this thinking about death has her fearing for the day it's ultimately Richard's turn. Hopefully this weekend's funeral and us getting back to dance rehearsals for his birthday can help urge her to take steps forward and away from this dance with death.
But now, it was time to head home, and I'm left to wonder what she'll be leaving behind from this weekend.
I thought I felt the tides shift between me and Darcy before, but I didn't expect this trip to rock some serious waves. But when the ripples of this weekend finally settle, what's left? Where do we stand? What will the best friend duo look like when they head back to New York?
I sat on the edge of the bed, blowing a breath through pursed lips. "Hey, Reece? This isn't a stupid mistake, right? Tryna be with Darcy?"
"If you're stupid for trying, then me and Jessica are stupid for wanting it to happen way longer than we should've," Reece answered wryly. "What's up?"
"I don't mean it's stupid for me to like Darcy because Darcy's... Y'know."
Reece snorted knowingly.
I touched my burning neck. "Anyway. Y'know how it is with best friends to lovers. It can be kinda... messy, right?"
"You're talking to the wrong dude." He pointed a thumb to his chest. "Me? Enemies to lovers."
I made a face. "You know I never really bought that."
"I know you didn't, but it's true. Jessica and I were definitely on the other end of the spectrum compared to you two when we were in high school. I'd push her buttons, she'd press mine. Things changed as I got to know her beyond this picture-perfect image I created for her in my head," Reece explained, twisting his engagement band around his finger absentmindedly. "But you and Darce? You have chemistry without an ounce of lethal poison. I know what you're thinking. There's a risk. But that risk you're worried about is always going to be there no matter what relationship you get yourself into. If Darce is the girl, make her your girl. Go for it."
I needed this. I needed another voice to battle the one in my head – the same voice that's been at war with my heart since these feelings for Darce started to get very real. But I wasn't convinced yet. "This risk is different, though," I said, standing to face him. "This risk, this relationship. It's not like it was with Bridgit. It's deeper. There's history. Darce is the girl, but she's already my girl in a completely different way. She's my best friend, Reece. And I don't want to lose her a second time if things get fucked."
Darcy and I were young when she moved away. Still kids. I still thought of her from time to time, but there was a lot to occupy my mind and my time back then. I made new friends, developed other relationships. We both didn't do the best job keeping in touch. But now that she's back, what we have is good. Great, even. But it could be better... Or turn to shit.
"Well," Reece said with a cross of his arms. "This is a risk for the both of you to decide."
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