Page 59 of Eight Weeks
I let her struggle for a little while longer, just so I can throw away the used makeup wipes and find something Sofia could wear to sleep.
Once I decide on a shirt of mine she can wear, and turn back around, Sofia is lying on her back again, having given up on getting undressed.
“I fell,” she whines, struggling to sit back up. So I go to help her up… again. Sitting up straight once more, she tries her very best to pull up her dress but fails miserably. “Help me, Nix.”
I decide to get it over with so she can go to sleep. Pulling Sofia off the bed, I set her down on the floor. She keeps her hands on my shoulders for balance while I pull her dress over her hips. With my eyes set on hers, I’m quick to lift it over her head and let the dress fall to the floor. All of a sudden, Sofia stars to laugh but doesn’t keep me from pulling my shirt over her head and body to cover her back up.
“This smells like you,” she says and grins widely.
“Yeah?”
Sofia excessively nods her head, and I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. My smile doesn’t stay unnoticed and seems to distract Sofia for a moment.
Her hands reach up to my face, her thumbs pushing the corners of my mouth higher up to which her laughter turns into a soft smile. “Did you know you have a lopsided smile?”
“Do I?” Of course I know that.
“Yes!” She sighs lightly. “I like it. It’s cute. You’re cute.”
“You think I’m cute?” I pick Sofia up and lay her down on the bed again. As soon as she lies on her back, I pull down her tights but she’s helping me—sort of—by kicking them off in the end.
Once that is done, I leave her to herself for a second, just so I can find some sweatpants to wear for bed.
“Very cute. I have tons of pictures of you,” she admits. For her own sake, I will pretend like she never even said that. I’ve blurted out a couple of things when drunk, and I’ve got to say, admitting to certain ones of those still gives me the ick when I think about it. Some things are just meant to stay unsaid, and for some ears, these are meant to stay unheard.
After changing into some sweatpants and getting rid of my shirt, I sneak myself into the bed. Sneaking because as it seems, Sofia has fallen asleep.
She hasn’t. Because the second I lie beside her, she turns on her side, facing me. One of her hands finds my face, her palm resting right on my cheek as she stares at me in the dark. And then she sighs, deeply, heavily.
“What’s wrong, Icicle?” I ask, worried that she might have to puke or something like that.
“I held on to it,” she says, scooching a little closer to me. So close, she now leans forward and rests her forehead against mine. “The promise you made.”
“Which one?” Having made enough to last me a lifetime, I only roughly have an idea which one she’s talking about.
“All of them.” Her hot breath rolls over my skin as she exhales. “That you will come find me, and we’ll get married.”
I think my heart just stopped beating for a short moment. Being aware that this is mostly the alcohol talking, I tell myself to not get my hopes up. I, too, have been holding on to these promises. Truthfully, I wasn’t expecting to ever see Sofia again, because trying to find her in a country without knowing in which area she stayed, I didn’t even bother looking for her once I turned eighteen. And yet I never managed to move on from her.
Sofia has been who kept me from being with Winter, even though she hasn’t been in the picture at that time. Being with Winter just felt wrong. My heart has always belonged to someone else, and it forever will. I know that now.
Liking Sofia and holding on to a couple of silly promises has never been just a mind thing. Sometimes souls connect way before they’re meant to find together, but you justknowyou’re connected to someone. Sofia and mine connected when we were little, otherwise the thought of her being with anyone but me wouldn’t hurt as much as it does. And thinking of my future with anyone but Sofia by my side wouldn’t disgust me as much if my soul didn’t know I am supposed to be with her. Nobody on this planet could ever tell me that Sofia isn’t meant for me.
But if we’re going to havethisconversation, I want Sofia to be sober and not say things because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“Go to sleep, my love.”
She shakes her head. “I always had a wedding for us in mind. You probably won’t like it, but it’s my ultimate dream wedding. Want to hear it?”
I nod even before my common sense could kick in. If there are some things I should not be listening to when Sofia is drunk… it would be her professing her undying love for me, andweddingplans. Fuck, we’re not even a couple and she has thought it all through.
Can’t say I haven’t, but still.
“I want it to be Tangled themed,” she says.
“Tangled? As in the movie?”
“Yes.” She grins, I think. “Lanterns hung up above the tables like they’re these floating ones. Purple everywhere, because, you know I love purple. I want to wear white while all my guestshaveto wear a light purple color, wisteria, how you’d put it. And you, Aaron, you, too, will have to wear white because that way we stick out from the purple crowd. My hair should be up in braids with flowers in them like Rapunzel had it when they got to the festival. I want white arches with lilacs all throughout the aisle, but of course with some distance between them. A white cake with purple flowers, too. I want it to be out in the open, preferably in the dark so you can see the fairy lights better, but they’ll be visible for the afterparty anyway, so that’s not too much of a concern. I just want it to bemagical.”
