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Sweet Fall

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Casting a glance to the shut door, I allowed myself to slowly pull the tray closer to me and began to read the intruding message in my most treasured possession…
Dear Lexi,
Dear Pix,
Where to begin?
I suppose I should start with an apology.
I have done wrong by you. So f**king wrong.
I left when you needed me most. I left you alone with the voice, knowing it was getting harder and harder for you each day. I thought by leaving you out of my f**ked-up life, I could prevent you from being hurt. From falling back into his powerful arms. But all I did was crush you by making you feel unwanted… rejected, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
My time with you over the past several months has been the most special of my life. After years of hiding in shame of who I was and where I was from, you accepted me for me, no pretenses, just me for me. I dream about you. I dream about you all the time. Dreams that, before you, I never would’ve ever thought possible.
And now you’re here, in this hell, and I can’t get through to you. I can’t get you to speak. Please, Pix, say something. Just something so I know you haven’t given up—on life, on your friends… on us.
I need you so much that I can’t breathe. Everything is wrong without you in my life. Talk to me. Come back to me. Fight the voice, for me. I will not say my good-byes to you too.
It’s funny. I used to look up at the stars and feel so small and unimportant. But I’ve come to realize that the only thing that can ever make you feel alive and important is the one person who takes you for you.
You once said that you wondered if the stars were looking down on us. Did they pity mankind for the f**k-ups we are? But now I see the truth. I now pity the stars. For as much as humans mess up time and time again, we also get to fall in love. We get to be with the other half of our soul, the one that makes us complete. All the stars get to do is watch from above, wishing it was them feeling this crushing yet liberating emotion.
I need you, Pix.
I need you so badly to come back to me… and when you do, I have those two words that I finally want to get off my chest.
So when you’re ready, look up. I am waiting for you, baby. I’ll always be there, waiting for you to return home.
Raising my blurring eyes up off the page, I looked to the door, and there, leaning against the doorframe like a fallen angel, was Austin, arms folded over his chest and his dark eyes fixed on me.
Unable to find the strength to lift my hands to wipe away the wetness on my cheeks, I let the cascading waterfall of tears fall from my eyes and watched the broken boy that I loved so fiercely swallow and whisper hoarsely, “Why the war paint, Pix?”
My slow heart rate sped to a frightening rhythm, and closing my eyes, I pushed down the voice that had been in control of me for months and finally confessed, “Because I’m anorexic. I’m severely anorexic, and I try to hide it from the world.”
Austin tipped back his head and sucked in the corner of his bottom lip. He was crying too.
“Why the tattoos, Austin?”
Austin fixed his gaze on me and replied, “Because they make the f**ked-up, scared little lost boy from the trailer park seem tough. Make him feel strong enough to deal with the shit show he calls life.”
Inhaling through my nose, I released a loud sob and heard the heavy footfalls of Austin running to my bed, and he grabbed my hand in his.
“Pix! Fuck, Pix. I’m so scared. I’m so f**kin’ scared of losing you.”
Opening my eyes, I stared into his and whispered back, “I’m so scared too. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to fall. But I don’t know how to win.”
Gathering me in his arms, avoiding my back, Austin climbed on the bed, his black shirt and jeans crumpled from days of wear. Facing me on the bed, we both broke down in tears, exorcizing our demons and exposing our true selves for the first time in our lives.
“We have no more secrets,” I managed to say with a small smile when we had calmed to a heavy silence.
Lifting to his elbows and brushing my hair from my face, Austin said, “Not quite, Pix. There’s one more thing I have to say.”
I didn’t know whether it was the tone of his voice or the serious look on his face, but nerves wracked my body and I held my breath in anticipation.
Austin lowered his head, his lips almost meeting mine, and confessed, “Ti amo, Pix. Ti amo tantissimo.”
“You… you love me?” I asked, still in shock.
Austin nodded. “More than the stars in the sky.”
I felt like fireworks exploded in my chest and, finding strength to lift my shaking hand, I laid it on his rough stubble and whispered back, “I love you too, Austin. I love you too.”
Austin pressed his lips against mine and feathered kisses on my mouth. Pulling back, he said, “I need you to get better, Pix. I need you, period. And you’ve been scaring the shit outta me for the past few days.”
I could only stare.
“You’re beautiful, Pix. And I think we’d be pretty f**kin’ beautiful together. I know I’ve f**ked up. But the dealing’s done with. I see that now. Axel has taken off, and I swear I’ll get Levi out of the Heighters if it’s the last thing I do.”
Bringing my palm to his cheek, I whispered, “This is your redemption, Austin. Your chance to get out… And I want you more than life itself.”
Tears filled his eyes, and he said, “You gotta start eating, Pix.”