Inseparable

by Siobhan Davis

Life is just a flow of interconnecting moments in time. A combination of well-thought-out actions and spontaneous reactions. A sequence of events and people moving in and out of your personal stratosphere.

“You’re the most important person in my world. For all time. Even when you think you aren’t, know that you are. Even when I can’t show you or say all I want to say, know that you are. Even if I leave, I’m still with you, in here.” He places his hand on top of my chest, where my heart is beating so erratically it threatens to escape my ribcage. “Like you’re in here.” He pats my hand, the one still being held protectively against his chest. “You’ll always be in here,” he whispers.

The girl I have loved from the time I understood what that word meant. I have hurt her beyond comprehension, and the devastated look in her eyes will stay with me forever. I might as well have reached inside and torn her heart clear from her chest. A sharp ache slays me on the inside, and I curl into a ball as a tear slips out of my eye.

“You’re the most important person in my world, Ange. For all time. Even when you think you aren’t, know that you are. Even when I can’t show you or say all I want to say, know that you are. Even if I leave, I’m still with you. I’m a part of you, just like you’re a part of me, and you’ll always be in my heart. Never forget. You promised.”

“I’m going to fight him for you this time. He knows how I feel about you, and he didn’t hold back in taking what was mine.” He climbs to his feet. “I know you want to talk to him properly, and I can respect that. If you don’t want me to kiss you again, I won’t. But when he’s back, when it’s an even playing field, I’m going to fight with everything I’ve got. You belong with me. You always have, and I’m not giving up this time.”

He’d stop fighting for the dead girl with the dead heart. He’d finally realize what I’ve known these last five years: that I’m not worth fighting for. I never have been.

actions.” “Nancy.” Mr. Carter sits down on the arm of the chair, wrapping his arms around his wife’s shoulder. “We’ve been