Page 129 of Let It Snow
As we get out at the airport parking lot, he’s still totally closed off.
It’s already time to get to the check-in counter, so I just walk him toward the line of people waiting to go to the boarding area.
The line moves slowly, and the moment draws inevitably closer.
Finally it’s Summer’s turn.
The agent checks his ticket. Summer’s hands are shaking.
I notice there’s a small stand by his counter with slips of paper and a pen attached by a chain.
I quickly step up to it and on one slip write the following words:
"For you, it must look like I don’t fight for you when I should. That I’m a disappointment. Our status is a disappointment to you. And you didn’t agree to accept my bitemark. Because who am I? A guy who lives in a basement and has kids on the way with another omega. What can I possibly offer you? But know this: if you decide to come back, I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy.You just have to trust me to pull off the miracle for you, the one you’ve been dreaming about."
I roll up the paper and seal it, using a "FRAGILE – Handle with Care" sticker I peel from the stand, apparently left over from someone’s baggage.
Summer is already at the check-in counter finishing the formalities. He turns toward me, and that’s when I hand him the rolled-up ‘letter’.
"Read it only once you reach your parents’ home. Not before."
He raises his eyes to me, and they are full of tears. They flow down his cheeks one by one. He opens his mouth, but then, not wanting to make a scene or stir up more emotions, I turn and walk away, leaving him standing there.
It hurts so much… I could use my own gift for healing energy wounds right now, but can a healer heal himself?
I leave the terminal, get into the car, and drive back home.
It’s hard to describe what I feel.
The world around me has turned gray, colors have faded, sounds have flattened as if distorted, scents have dulled, soured.
And even the rain starts again.
I get out of my Jaguar and spot a lone figure leaning in the shadow of the garage, vaping, one arm braced against the wall. The tip of the e-cig glows a faint bluish light in the dark, pulsing with each inhale.
It’s Bay.
He watches me, his eyes narrowed.
"Well, looks like for nowthere’s no place for snow in the heart of summer," he says ironically.
I move toward him in a sudden motion. I’m not a violent man by nature, but something breaks out of me now.
I pin him to the wall and snarl,
"Why do you do this? Why do you always meddle in other people’s lives!"
He bares his teeth.
"Someone has to. Otherwise, they’ll never reach their full potential!"
I clench my teeth.
"Why can’t I see you? Why are you my blind spot? You block the paths, I can’t… I can’t break through this… black hole that you are!"
Bay burst out laughing, and then… I hit him.
I guess he had it coming.
