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She’s like—she’s like sunshine. And you’re a dark, violent rain cloud. Sun and rain don’t—”
“I was wrong,” he says, making a crude heart shape with his hands. “Sun and rain make a rainbow.”
If Ella were a house, she would be a grand home, one with many rooms and doors, all of which were easily unlocked, flung open. If I were a house, I would be haunted.
I would happily watch the world go up in flames if anything happened to her, and if that’s not enough for you, you can go to hell.”
“What on earth does she see in you? You’re nothing but a callous, coldhearted narcissist. You don’t care about anyone but yourself. I hope you know how lucky you are that Juliette tolerates your presence. You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for her. I sure as hell wouldn’t vouch for you.”
I worry, sometimes, that my love for her will expand beyond the limitations of my body, that it will one day kill me with its heft.
“Huh,” says Winston quietly. “I didn’t even know his face could do that.” “Yeah,” Kenji says. “It’s super weird the first time you see it.” “I can’t look away. I’m trying to look away and I can’t. It’s like if a baby was born with a full set of teeth.” “Yes! Exactly. It’s exactly like that!” “But nice, too.” “Yeah.” Kenji sighs. “Nice, too.” “Hey, did you know he had dimples? I didn’t know he had dimples.” “C’mon, man, that’s old news—”
“You know, I’m not used to seeing you nervous like this.” She tilts her head at me. “It’s kind of adorable.”
“I’m going to marry you today. And then I’m going to make love to you until you can’t remember your name.”
“That’s right, buddy.” Kenji is grinning now. “We’re going to be neighbors.”
I turn sharply to face him. “You’re not coming with me?” Kenji goes stock-still at that, his mouth slightly agape. I realize, a moment too late, exactly what I’ve just suggested— and still I can’t bring myself to retract the question, and I can’t explain why.
“Yeah,” he says finally. “Of course I’m coming with you.”
I’m smiling now, smiling like the most ordinary of men, staring at the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever known. “Believe me,” I whisper. “I do.”
