Why on earth would she think I needed to lose anything else?
This apartment may be in your name, Zoë, but it was practically yours and Pauls. This is the building you both lived in, this is the apartment where the two of you spent most of your time. And now, Paul is gone, and you just exist here. You need to find a new place to claim as yours, Zoë. Paul would want that. She was looking at me now with pleading eyes, concern etched on her face as plainly as if it had been written there in ink.
I didnt know what to say or even what to feel. Part of me thought she might be right, but the larger part of me wanted to lash out at her for wanting to take more away from me than what Id already lost.
This was the last thing I had, one of the last ways I felt connected to Paul.
Was I really supposed to give that up?
And did she really think it was that simple? Could she really be so naïve as to think it was that easily solved? Was it possible that she could be that callous?
I just stared at her dumbly, thousands of things shooting though my mind, thousands of feelings running through me. It was almost like being electrocuted.
One of those rapid-fire feelings must have stopped long enough to take hold, because I was shaking my head wildly before Id even registered that I was doing it.
I shot up from my place on the couch, moving as though it was on fire.
I felt as though it was on fire.
Zoë, Kate started, looking up at me as I stood there, motionless in front of the couch.
No, I protested. No, Kate. I shook my head. Dont tell me what Paul would have wanted. I felt almost angry now.
She was my best friend, so how could she say something so thoughtless? She had no idea what Paul would or wouldnt have wanted.
No one did. And no one would. How dare she try to tell me something and use Paul as a mechanizing method? He wasnt something to be used as leverage.
Why the hell would she say something like that?
Dont be angry with me for saying it, Zoë. I know its not something thats easy to hear, but I think this place might be keeping you trapped in your grief. You need to get out of here so that you can start to move on, start a healing process. It would be healthier for you. She was speaking very quietly, no longer looking at me.
I felt my eyes widen.
Dont you dare come back here after a year away and spout psychological mumbo-jumbo at me, Kate. Dont you dare. You cant do that. You cant just waltz back in and act like nothings changed, like you have all the answers to solve everyones problems. I know Pauls gone, and Im supposed to get on with my life. Has it crossed your mind at all that maybe its not quite so simple? The pitch of my voice was increasing as I spoke, and I was on the verge of angry tears.
It was quite a change.
Angry tears felt very different from grief tears. They felt hot and good andcleansing.
I knew it. I knew you would be angry at me, she said. Admit ityoure angry at me for not being here for you.
She waited a beat for me to do something, to respond somehow.
Come on, Zoë. I know you are. You have to be, and you have every right to be. I wasnt here for you when you needed someone the most, and now Im coming back and telling you to uproot yourself from the last place you feel somewhat stable. But this, she spread her arms to gesture at the room, this is not stable.
She got up from the couch and moved toward me. She took my face in her hands and locked her eyes with mine.
You lost something irreplaceable, and I have no idea how you feel. Im not going to stand here and tell you that I do, because I have absolutely no clue. I hope I never have to feel what youve felt for the past nine months, and I wish I could erase it all so you never had to go through any of this. But I cant. All I can do is say that Im sorry, and I love you, and I want whats best for you.
Her sad eyes were piercing mine, searching for some hint that she was getting through to me.
This can only destroy you if you let it, Zoë. Please dont let it. She looked on the verge of tears. Please, she said again.
I felt gripped by fear.
Where would I go if I didnt live here?
I pulled away from her and turned to look out the window.
My window.
The window I rimmed in Christmas lights every year.
The window I always looked through to see if Pauls truck was in its spot.
I didnt think I could survive the process of finding somewhere new, sorting through all of the things in my apartmentall of the memoriesand boxing them up.
Not yet. I wasnt ready for that yet. Honestly, I wasnt sure if Id ever be ready for that.
Id tell you to move in with me, but I dont even have a place. Im staying with my parents until its time for She stopped abruptly.
Time for what, Kate? I asked, whirling around to look at her.
I felt a knot form in my stomach at the sight of her pained expression, and I knew I wasnt going to like what she had to say.
I really didnt want to have to tell you this yet. I wanted to have some time with you, to talk and catch up, let things settle. But I guess Im going to have to say it now, she sighed. Im taking a job in Atlanta next month. Theres a company up there that works closely with relief efforts in third world countries, and theyve tapped me to be their director of research.
It was something shed always wanted to do, what shed worked for as long as I could remember. But right now any happiness I felt for her was overshadowed by the feeling of absolute abandonment.
It was like a sucker-punch.
What? A month? I knew my voice was registering my displeasure, but I couldnt help it.
She had just gotten here, and now she was telling me that she was leaving? How was I supposed to react to that? What had happened to being there for each other?
I know, its very soon, but they needed me right away. Theyre trying to get moving on some really big projects, and the research that I do is pivotal to their being able to get the funds they need.
She looked excited, then seemed to remember that it meant leaving me.
Again.
I closed my eyes to keep the room from spinning out of control.
I want to be happy for you, Kate. I really do, I whispered, my eyes still closed. But I cant. I felt the sting of tears that I didnt want, felt my nose burn. I feel so alone. And even though youre here now, youre not.
There was nothing she could say to that, because she knew that it was true.
Chapter 3
It was late afternoon, a time seemingly shared by all citizens of the universe in their primal need for caffeine, and a typical Sunday in the city was no exception. The coffee house down the street from my apartment was packed to bursting, its clientele running the gamut from coffee house junkies to those whose relationship with coffee was a mere dalliance.
I would have fallen into the category of junkie, though my need was not so much to feed a caffeine addiction as it was for a haven.
Buzzing Beans had opened six months ago, three months after Id lost Paul. It had become a place I could go without fear of remembering some conversation wed had there or regular appearances together that made these people realize that I was only half of a pair.
Here, there was no Paul and Zoë.
There was simply Zoë, the sad looking woman with curly brown hair who came in practically every day and always ordered the same thing.
Zoë, who always seemed as though she only vaguely remembered what happy used to feel like.
Here, within the walls of Buzzing Beans, I had found a second home. Ray, proud owner and head bean-pusher, had even become a brotherly presence in my life. He watched over me without ever prying for details I wasnt ready to give, offering me his own brand of comfort with each cup of coffee he served. My drink was always ready for me by the time I walked up to the register, and Ray always refused payment. Suffice it to say, his tip jar reaped the benefits.
I took Kate there that afternoon in an attempt to escape my apartment and the tension I felt so thickly gathered there. Since her arrival on my doorstep the day before, shed spent practically every moment glued to my side, with the exception of a quick trip back to her parents house to drop off all her things and visit for a few hours. I knew that this was just her initial knee-jerk reaction to having been gone so long and her fear that I really was as fragile as everyone seemed to think.
I would have thought my best friend knew me better than that, that she would have had confidence enough in my survival skills to know that I would eventually get through this a much stronger, self-reliant woman.
But not even I had that confidence.
How could I, when I felt so broken?
In moments of clarity, I could recognize the fact that I had allowed myself to slip into a deep depression, that I needed to find some way out of it. But I had no idea how, other than spilling my guts in a therapists office for an hour every week or shoveling pills down my throat. Neither option was something I really wanted to have to explore.
Hey, Zoë, whos the pretty lady? Ray asked, bouncing up on his toes as he stood behind the counter.
Nice greeting, I replied with a light edge of scolding. This is my best friend, Kate. Kate, this is Ray.
Nice to meet you, Ray, she said, offering him a sweet smile. Zoës been singing your praises all day. And I cant thank you enough for watching out for her while I was away.
Nice greeting, I replied with a light edge of scolding. This is my best friend, Kate. Kate, this is Ray.
Nice to meet you, Ray, she said, offering him a sweet smile. Zoës been singing your praises all day. And I cant thank you enough for watching out for her while I was away.
Kates smile, I noticed, seemed to grow even wider as she spoke. I hadnt really been giving him nearly as many accolades as she was implying. True, Id told her how great hed been to me over the past few months and that he had become a self-appointed watchdog of sorts, but
I flushed with embarrassment, hoping Ray wasnt getting the wrong impression.
No problem, Ray replied, waving away Kates thanks. Ive heard a lot about you, too, Kate. Its nice to finally have a face to put with the name, and hopefully Ill see more of you before you leave He trailed off, looking at me.
So, um, Ray, Kate began, clearing her throat. Whats good here?
Good? he repeated, shaking his head in mock disgust. We dont do good here. Good is for sub-par, nameless-faceless-on-every-street-corner-in-the-world coffee shops. He paused for dramatic effect. And possibly to catch his breath. We do excellent.