Eden: I know! I am giggling, it’s so cool.
Eden: I want to tell you so many things now that we can text each other like normal people.
F:Is that what normal people do, in your opinion?
Eden: I guess.
F:Fine. What do you want to tell me?
Eden: About my books, for one thing. I have no one to talk to about my books.
F:Oh, lord.
F:Fine, books it is. I can’t stop you, since it’s your first day on that phone. But after that, I’m picking the subject.
Eden: Deal.
Eden: So, I’m rereading Jane Eyre.
F: Ugh.
Eden: Yeah, I know. It’s the fifth time this year.
F: I don’t know if ‘fifth time’ or ‘this year’ is the most pathetic part of this sentence. Which part are you reading right now?
Eden: The beginning. About Jane not going for a walk because the rain was too heavy that day.
F: Rain, heavy, no walk. Got it. Why do you have to read it five times this year alone for that?
Eden: I don’t know, it feels comforting. Familiar.
Eden: Also, the way she says it, ‘there was no possibility of taking a walk that day’… It makes me think that she usually went for a walk. Every day. Maybe she went on a walk even in the rain sometimes, you know?
F:Do I know? Do I need to know?
Eden: What must it feel like to walk in the rain? To get soaked all the way through, and to not mind? Is it a good feeling? Is it weird? Does it make you feel alive? That’s what I’ve been wondering.
F:Super interesting.
Eden: Hey, would you stop making fun for a second?
F:Sorry, I’m listening.
F:I’m here.
Eden: Yeah, you’re here. You are the only one who is, you know. (You do know). So, for all your snide remarks, thanks for that.
five
There was once a girl who was lost.
And she met a boy who was lost, and they tried to save each other. And they did save each other, for a little while.
But then they got lost again, and even worse: they lost each other.
I was the lost boy and Eden was the lost girl—but she wasn’t lost in the same sense I was. She wasn’t just sad and bruised by life. She wasn’t just alone like me. No.
She was literally lost.