The snow is piled in grayish walls

The snow is piled in grayish walls on either side of our driveway, around the trunks of the trees that line the narrow lane. From the window in the entryway, I see the sun glint off the roof of Daniel’s car as he maneuvers slowly along the road. My stomach is tight. He hasn’t left my thoughts since he walked out on Sunday morning, and I’ve been like a gerbil on a wheel ever since. I’ve spent hours online, researching lung cancer and surgery, and everything I’ve read is scary. Every time the phone has rung, I’ve sprinted for it, thinking it might be him, that maybe he’d need something from me and call.
He hasn’t, though. Which … makes sense. I mean, I’m just this crazy art student of his, the recluse girl who can’t live in his world. Why would I expect him to turn to me? He has a whole life outside of this mansion. He’s only shared a few hours with me. At times I’ve convinced myself that it meant something to him, but really, how could it? We’ve known each other for a few weeks, and seen each other an hour a day, and half that time, I was a raging bitch who was trying to drive him away.
And the other half, I was a love struck girl offering him money for the chance to get a little more of him than he wanted to offer. I looked it up in the dictionary—it turns out that’s the definition of pathetic.
So now what? He didn’t take the money. Is that because he realized how sad it was and decided to give me a freebie? I had to laugh when I saw his note. I could almost see him shaking his head. Like he saw right through me and tossed the money back in my face. Not to be mean, because he’s not a mean guy. No, it’s because he’s playing a game that’s far too sophisticated for me to join, and he knows it.
I rub the goosebumps from my arms as his car disappears behind a snowdrift, headed for the side entrance. Willa calls from the kitchen. “Your art teacher’s here, Stella! Do you want me to bring your care package out?”
“No,” I call, my voice breaking. In my stupid daydreams, it had been the perfect thing. Four different kinds of brownies, and I individually wrapped each one, because I figured Daniel and his dad would be at the hospital a lot, and might need a snack. I just wanted to do something for him. But now that he’s here, and I’m imagining giving it to him, it feels so childish. “I’ll give it to him later,” I add, probably too softly for her to hear. I head for the enclosed porch, because that’s where he expects to find me. I sink onto my chaise and promise myself that none of this is a big deal, that I may not be able to keep up with him, but I don’t have to chase him like a fangirl, either.
But when he walks in, carrying his toolbox and looking more gorgeous than I remembered, my dignity slides away, shed like a snakeskin. What’s underneath is too powerful to be contained. I rise, wanting to run to him and throw my arms around his broad shoulders. As beautiful as he is, I can see the circles under his eyes, the lines of worry around his mouth. “How’s your mom?”
He sets his toolbox on the floor. “She’s recovering. They took the breathing tube out last night.”
My hands flutter around the hem of my shirt. “Did they … did they get it all? The cancer, I mean …”
“I think so.” He rubs his eyes, like what he really needs is a nap, not an inquisition. “She’s going to have chemo, but they’re going to wait until she’s recovered.” His expression crumples and he turns away. “The surgery really took it out of her.”
He starts to open his box and retrieve his charcoal pencils, but I reach out and lay my palm on his back. He freezes up, his muscles tense.
“I’m so sorry, Daniel. You didn’t have to come here today.”
He bows his head, his blond hair curling against the back of his neck. “I wanted to, though.”
“Why?” I whisper.
He turns to face me. “The answer is really complicated, Stella.” He closes his eyes. I wonder if he’s had an hour of real sleep since he left here on Sunday.
Adoration for him fills me up. I’m falling in love with you, I want to say, because those are the only words big and profound enough to explain it. But since I can’t say it, since the last thing he needs is to deal with my stupid feelings, I take his hand and lead him over to the chaise, and he doesn’t resist. I sit down and pull him with me.
“You look too exhausted to do anything right now,” I say to him, and I guide his head to my shoulder. I keep expecting him to rear back, but I think I’m right—he really is too wrecked for anything but this. Talking is too much, sketching is too much, thinking is too much. Probably coming here was too much, but apparently he felt the need, so here we are.
“I’m sorry,” he says as he sinks onto me, his breath skating over my collarbones, giving me chills.
I thread my fingers through his shaggy hair and lay my other hand on the side of his face. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” I want to be his haven. I want it more than anything else.
 The sensation of Daniel’s powerful body relaxing against mine is the most amazing thing. I feel like the best person in the world, to be able to offer him this, even if my sole role is “pillow.”
His eyes are still closed, but his fingers are stroking at my ribs, a simple, reflexive kind of movement. “What have you been up to?” he asks quietly.
I’ve been missing you, I think at him. Reliving how it felt when you were inside me. Remembering how you looked when you came in my arms. Touching myself and pretending you’re the one doing it to me. Wishing I could fast forward to the moments I’m with you. “Reading, mostly. Baking a lot.”
“Yeah? Like what? That apple cake you made in the skillet was amazing,” he murmurs sleepily.
I slide my finger down his nose, tenderness and desire making it impossible not to touch him. “I’ve made two cakes, three dozen iced cupcakes, one failed soufflé, a crème brulee, and four batches of scones. I tried to make yeast doughnuts but splashed hot oil on my arm.”
He opens his eyes and slides the sleeve of my shirt up, sighing when he catches sight of the tiny red dots along my inner forearm. And then … he gently kisses the inside of my wrist and lays my hand back on the side of his face. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t explain, doesn’t apologize. He’s too tired for that, and I’m not going to ask him what it means. Instead, I keep babbling. “I’ve been driving Willa crazy—sending her to the grocery store at least twice a day. But she seems happy enough when she gets to take the results home. She has four kids, and they eat a lot, I guess.”
“You’re like a one-woman bakery.” His chest trembles with amusement, and I decide not to mention the brownies.
“I’m not … I … enjoy it. And cake is like edible happiness.”
He lets out a huff of laughter, and his arm tightens around my waist. “God, Stella, I missed you,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper back, stunned. His rough, unshaven face scrapes at my neck as we hold on tight, but I don’t know what this means. I’ve never been this confused, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to say. He finds me funny, I know. He likes hanging out with me. But I don’t know if it’s any more than that, and I’m terrified to put myself out there. Because he lives in the world, and I … don’t. Self-hatred crashes over me, unexpected and intense. Why am I like this? Why did I have to meet him now? Why not last summer when I was brave and able to walk in the sun, when I could go anywhere I wanted? Why fucking why fucking oh God I have to get out of here. The tension coils through me, and my heart pounds. The urge to run overwhelms me. I wriggle away from him and stumble back as soon as my toes hit the carpet, my breath sawing from my lungs. It’s going to happen, right here. I’m going to fall apart in front of him no no no …
He sits up and watches me, his red-rimmed eyes full of wariness that wasn’t there a second ago. “Stella—”
I put my hands out. “No. No, no, I’m sorry.” Please not here not now not with him …
He stands up and comes toward me, looking stricken. “I didn’t mean to freak you out. You’ve just been on my mind, and I can’t pretend you haven’t. I don’t know what to do with this feeling, but it’s there and it won’t go away.”
“What?” It’s the only word I can push off my tongue. My heart is choking me. I have to run, have to get out, but he’s saying something I need to hear. This is so unfair. I try to control my breathing, but I can’t. It’s like an avalanche—there’s no way to stop it.
He takes a hesitant step toward me, and I’m torn between running and pulling him into my arms. “Tell me that night was about more than an experience for you,” he blurts. “Tell me it meant more than that. Please.” He covers his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Never mind. God, I’m such a fucking mess.”
“It was everything,” I mouth, unable to get any volume into that terrifying admission. My fingers are tingling. I feel like I’m going to faint. Or throw up. I can’t throw up in front of Daniel.  I have to get out of here before it’s too late.
 “Knock, knock,” sings a voice from just down the hall.
Daniel’s hands fall away from his face, revealing his wide eyes.

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Salju menumpuk di dinding keabu-abuan di kedua sisi jalan mobil kami, di sekitar batang pohon garis jalur sempit. Dari jendela di pintu masuk, aku melihat sinar matahari dari atap mobil Daniel's sebagai ia manuver perlahan sepanjang jalan. Perutku ketat. Ia tidak meninggalkan pikiran saya karena dia berjalan keluar pada hari Minggu pagi, dan aku sudah seperti gerbil pada roda sejak. Saya telah menghabiskan jam online, meneliti kanker paru-paru dan operasi, dan segala sesuatu yang telah saya baca menakutkan. Setiap kali telepon berbunyi, aku sudah berlari untuk itu, berpikir mungkin dia, bahwa mungkin dia akan membutuhkan sesuatu dari saya dan panggilan.Dia belum, meskipun. Yang... akal. Maksudku, aku hanya ini gila seni mahasiswa nya, gadis pertapa yang tidak hidup di dunia. Mengapa saya akan berharap dia berpaling kepada saya? Dia memiliki seluruh kehidupan di luar rumah ini. Dia telah hanya berbagi beberapa jam dengan saya. Pada saat saya telah meyakinkan diri bahwa itu berarti sesuatu untuk dia, tapi benar-benar, bagaimana mungkin itu? Kami sudah saling mengenal selama beberapa minggu, dan melihat satu sama lain satu jam sehari, dan separuh waktu, aku yang jalang mengamuk yang berusaha untuk mengusir dia.Dan setengah lainnya, aku cinta melanda gadis menawarkan uang untuk kesempatan untuk mendapatkan sedikit lebih dari dirinya daripada dia ingin menawarkan. Aku mencarinya di kamus — ternyata bahwa definisi menyedihkan.Jadi sekarang apa? Dia tidak mengambil uang. Apakah itu karena ia menyadari betapa menyedihkan itu dan memutuskan untuk memberikan saya sebuah freebie? Aku harus tertawa ketika saya melihat catatan. Aku hampir bisa melihat dia menggelengkan kepala. Seperti dia melihat kanan melalui saya dan melemparkan uang kembali di wajahku. Tidak harus berarti, karena dia bukan seorang pria yang berarti. Tidak, karena ia bermain permainan yang terlalu canggih bagi saya untuk bergabung, dan dia tahu itu.Aku menggosok merinding dari lengan saya sebagai mobilnya menghilang di balik snowdrift, menuju pintu samping. Willa panggilan dari dapur. "Guru seni Anda di sini, Stella! Apakah Anda ingin saya untuk membawa paket perawatan Anda keluar?""Tidak," aku memanggil, suara saya melanggar. Di lamunan saya bodoh, itu sudah menjadi hal yang sempurna. Empat jenis brownies, dan saya secara individual dibungkus masing-masing, karena kupikir Daniel dan ayahnya akan di rumah sakit banyak, dan mungkin memerlukan makanan ringan. Aku hanya ingin melakukan sesuatu untuknya. Tapi sekarang bahwa dia ada di sini, dan saya membayangkan memberikan itu kepadanya, rasanya begitu kekanak-kanakan. "Saya akan memberikan kepadanya kemudian," saya menambahkan, mungkin terlalu lembut baginya untuk mendengar. Aku kepala untuk teras tertutup, karena di mana ia berharap untuk menemukan saya. Aku tenggelam ke kursi saya dan menjanjikan diriku bahwa semua ini adalah besar, yang saya mungkin tidak mampu mengikuti dengannya, tetapi saya tidak harus mengejar dia seperti Kapten-Ku, baik.Tetapi ketika ia berjalan di, membawa toolbox nya dan mencari lebih cantik daripada aku ingat, martabat slide, gudang seperti ular. Apa di bawahnya terlalu kuat harus terkandung. Saya naik, ingin menjalankan kepadanya dan melemparkan lengan saya di sekitar bahunya yang lebar. Cantik seperti dia, aku bisa melihat lingkaran di bawah matanya, garis-garis khawatir di sekitar mulutnya. "Bagaimana Apakah ibu Anda?"Dia menetapkan toolbox nya di lantai. "Dia sudah mulai pulih. Mereka mengambil tabung bernapas keluar malam terakhir."Tangan saya bergetar sekeliling kelim kemeja. "Apakah mereka... mereka mendapatkan itu semua? Kanker, maksudku...""Saya berpikir begitu." Dia menggosok matanya, seperti apa yang dia benar-benar membutuhkan tidur siang, tidak Inkuisisi. "Dia akan memiliki kemoterapi, tetapi mereka akan menunggu sampai ia sembuh." Ekspresi nya crumples dan ia berpaling. "Operasi benar-benar mengambil itu dari dirinya."Dia mulai membuka kotak dan mengambil pensil arang nya, tapi aku menjangkau dan meletakkan genggaman saya di punggungnya. Ia membeku up, nya otot-otot tegang."Saya sangat menyesal, Daniel. Anda tidak memiliki untuk datang ke sini hari ini."Ia busur kepala, rambut pirang keriting terhadap belakang lehernya. "Aku ingin, walaupun.""Kenapa?" Saya berbisik.Ia berubah menjadi wajah saya. "Jawabannya benar-benar rumit, Stella." Dia menutup matanya. Aku bertanya-tanya jika dia telah memiliki jam tidur nyata sejak ia meninggalkan di sini pada hari Minggu.Adorasi baginya mengisi saya. Saya jatuh cinta dengan Anda, saya ingin mengatakan, karena mereka adalah kata-kata hanya besar dan cukup mendalam untuk menjelaskannya. Tapi karena saya tidak bisa mengatakan itu, karena hal terakhir yang ia butuhkan untuk menangani perasaan saya bodoh, aku mengambil tangannya dan membawanya ke kursi, dan ia tidak melawan. Aku duduk dan menariknya dengan saya."Kau tampak terlalu lelah untuk melakukan apa-apa sekarang," kataku kepadanya, dan saya panduan kepalanya ke bahu saya. Saya tetap berharap dia ke belakang kembali, tapi saya pikir saya benar — ia benar-benar terlalu rusak untuk apa-apa tapi ini. Berbicara terlalu banyak, sketsa terlalu banyak, berpikir terlalu banyak. Mungkin datang ke sini adalah terlalu banyak, tapi rupanya dia merasa perlu, jadi di sini kita berada."Saya minta maaf," katanya saat ia tenggelam ke saya, napas skating atas collarbones saya, memberi saya menggigil.Saya benang jari-jari saya melalui rambut shaggy dan meletakkan tangan saya di sisi wajahnya. "Anda tidak akan menyesal tentang ada." Aku ingin menjadi surga nya. Saya ingin lebih dari apa pun. Sensasi Daniel's kuat tubuh santai terhadap saya adalah hal yang paling menakjubkan. Aku merasa seperti orang yang terbaik di dunia, harus mampu menawarkan ini, bahkan jika peran saya satu-satunya adalah "bantal."Matanya masih ditutup, tetapi jarinya membelai di iga saya, sederhana, refleksif semacam gerakan. "Apa Anda telah sampai?" Dia bertanya pelan.Saya sudah telah hilang Anda, saya pikir dia. Menghidupkan kembali bagaimana rasanya ketika Anda masih di dalam diriku. Mengingat bagaimana Anda tampak ketika Anda datang dalam pelukanku. Menyentuh diriku sendiri dan berpura-pura kau satu melakukannya untuk saya. Berharap aku bisa cepat maju ke saat-saat saya dengan Anda. "Membaca, sebagian besar. Baking banyak.""Ya? Seperti apa? Kue apel yang Anda buat dalam wajan itu mengagumkan,"ia merenungkan itu mengantuk.Aku geser jari saya ke bawah hidung, kelembutan dan keinginan yang membuat tidak mungkin untuk tidak menyentuh dia. "Saya telah membuat dua kue, cupcakes es tiga lusin, satu gagal souffle, creme brulee dan empat kumpulan scone. Aku mencoba untuk membuat donat ragi tetapi memercik minyak panas pada lenganku."Dia membuka matanya dan slide lengan kemeja atas, mendesah ketika ia menangkap pemandangan titik merah kecil sepanjang lengan batin saya. Dan kemudian... ia lembut ciuman bagian dalam pergelangan tangan saya dan meletakkan tangan saya kembali di sisi wajahnya. Dia tidak mengatakan apa-apa, tidak menjelaskan, tidak minta maaf. Dia terlalu lelah untuk itu, dan aku tidak akan bertanya apa artinya. Sebaliknya, saya menjaga babbling. "Aku sudah mengemudi gila Willa — mengirim dia ke toko kelontong setidaknya dua kali sehari. Tetapi dia tampak bahagia cukup ketika ia mendapat mengambil hasil rumah. Dia memiliki empat anak, dan mereka makan banyak, kurasa.""Kau seperti satu bakery." Gentar dadanya dengan geli, dan aku memutuskan untuk tidak menyebutkan brownies."Aku tidak... ... Menikmatinya. Dan kue seperti dimakan kebahagiaan."Ia memungkinkan keluar huff tawa, dan lengan mengencangkan sekitar pinggang. "Tuhan, Stella, aku rindu padamu," bisiknya hoarsely."Aku merindukan Anda, juga," aku berbisik kembali, tertegun. Kasar, tidak bercukur wajah goresan di leher saya sebagai kita berpegang pada ketat, tapi saya tidak tahu apa artinya. Aku belum pernah ini bingung, dan saya tidak tahu apa yang seharusnya saya katakan. Dia menemukan saya lucu, aku tahu. Ia suka bergaul dengan saya. Tapi saya tidak tahu jika ada lebih dari itu, dan aku takut untuk menempatkan diri di luar sana. Karena dia hidup di dunia, dan saya... tidak. Self-kebencian crash atasku, tak terduga dan intens. Mengapa saya seperti ini? Mengapa saya harus bertemu dengannya sekarang? Mengapa tidak summer terakhir ketika saya berani dan mampu berjalan di matahari, ketika saya bisa pergi ke mana pun aku ingin? Mengapa sialan mengapa sialan oh Tuhan saya harus keluar dari sini. Kumparan ketegangan melalui saya, dan pon hati saya. Dorongan untuk menjalankan menguasai saya. Aku menggeliat darinya dan tersandung kembali segera jari kaki saya memukul karpet, napas menggergaji dari paru-paru. Ini akan terjadi, di sini. Saya akan berantakan depannya tidak, tidak ada...Dia duduk dan jam tangan saya, matanya berbingkai merah penuh kewaspadaan yang tidak ada kedua yang lalu. "Stella —"Aku meletakkan tanganku. "No. Tidak, tidak, aku minta maaf." Harap dicatat di sini tidak sekarang tidak dengan dia...Dia berdiri dan datang ke arahku, mencari terserang. "Aku tidak bermaksud untuk panik Anda. Anda hanya berada di pikiran saya, dan saya tidak berpura-pura Anda belum. Aku tidak tahu apa yang harus dilakukan dengan perasaan ini, tapi itu ada dan tidak akan pergi."“What?” It’s the only word I can push off my tongue. My heart is choking me. I have to run, have to get out, but he’s saying something I need to hear. This is so unfair. I try to control my breathing, but I can’t. It’s like an avalanche—there’s no way to stop it.He takes a hesitant step toward me, and I’m torn between running and pulling him into my arms. “Tell me that night was about more than an experience for you,” he blurts. “Tell me it meant more than that. Please.” He covers his eyes with the heels of his palms. “Never mind. God, I’m such a fucking mess.”“It was everything,” I mouth, unable to get any volume into that terrifying admission. My fingers are tingling. I feel like I’m going to faint. Or throw up. I can’t throw up in front of Daniel. I have to get out of here before it’s too late. “Knock, knock,” sings a voice from just down the hall.Daniel’s hands fall away from his face, revealing his wide eyes.