Our Eternal Ruin (Auslly)

14. Be my Saviour, Not my Ruin

"Ally, just close your eyes."

She shivered and huffed, then closed her eyes.

"Listen to my voice," I whispered against her ear. "Imagine the story differently. Your parents get off the phone with you, both irritated but not really upset. I mean, you were, what? Fifteen? All fifteen-year-old girls go through those stages."

"How would you know?"

"I'm a fifteen-year-old girl trapped inside this body." I chuckled against her ear. "And I know because I used to mentor at the youth center. Believe me, fifteen-year-old girls are terrifying."

Her shoulders relaxed.

"So they get off the phone with you, shake their heads, have a good sigh, and hold hands as they walk across the beach. They put on their gear, check and double check their air and the ropes and then go into the cave. Something happens. maybe it was just the perfect storm of the elements. The cave was so beautiful that they went farther and farther in, not realizing they didn't have enough air to get back. Or maybe they didn't realize the ropes were no longer attached to the way out."

Her breathing was erratic as I continued my story and rubbed her back.

"Maybe they looked at their air, knew they didn't know which way to go so just went one direction. Maybe, they grabbed hands and swam into the darkness knowing full well that in a few minutes they'd probably fall asleep. But at least they'd fall asleep holding hands. At least, the last thought in their heads would be of you, of their family, and at least they were with each other. I guess I don't look at their death the same way you do. You think of their death as torture. And I think of it as peace. Maybe that makes me crazy, but I can't imagine your parents, seasoned divers that they were, panicking and suffering." I shrugged. "I see them holding hands into the darkness, and I see them smiling."

Ally was silent for a while.

I pulled back to look into her eyes, but she was covering her face with her hands, and when she pulled back her fingers, they were wet with tears.

I didn't have time to prepare myself for her hug.

She knocked me onto the concrete so fast all I could do was open my arms to her and hang on tight.

It was the first real hug I'd received since my brother had died.

I didn't tell her that, but in that moment, hugging her, comforting her... Death didn't look as bad anymore. The future didn't look as bleak. Because when she pulled back... when her eyes met mine, I saw hope.

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So I hug complete strangers and cry in their arms? Tell me something I don't know!

~Ally~

He probably thought I was insane, but I couldn't pull back. Logically, my brain told me it was insane to feel so close to a guy I'd barely met.

But emotionally?

He'd picked up every little piece of emotional baggage I'd brought with me to college, unzipped it, and cleaned house.