Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

“Ready, babe?” She sets Rosenberg down and grabs her purse.

I can’t stop staring at her. It’s the craziest thing. Part of me feels like I’m seeing her for the first time. The other part feels like I’ve known her my whole life—that part I call my heart.

“I’m ready.” I hold out my hand, and as certain as my morning sun stealing the darkness, she takes it.

“Oli?” Her angelic voice brings me out of my sleep. I kiss the top of her head that rests on my chest. “I think you should go to Portland.”

I scoot over and turn on the lamp. We both sit up facing each other.

“Why would you say that?”

She looks down and traces the pattern of the sheet with her finger. “I think you need closure.”

“I need my divorce to be finalized.”

She looks at me. “It’s more than that.”

“It’s not.” I shut the light off and flop back down with my arm over my eyes.

She reaches over me and turns the light back on. “Yes, it is. Oli, you lost a child, and whether you want to believe it or not, you lost your wife that same day.”

“I—” She puts her finger over my mouth.

“Not because you wanted her to die, because in that moment the Caroline you married was lost forever. I know you, Oli. You would not have married her if you didn’t love her. And when people lose the ones they love, it hurts. You can’t let go of the pain until you let yourself feel it first. I know it’s awful and unimaginable, but you have to acknowledge it. You have to feel it. I don’t think you can do that here, thousands of miles, clear across the country from Caroline, and the reminders … the memories of Melanie.”

I sigh, resting my hand on her leg. “If I go. Where will that leave us?”

She leans down and kisses me, her lips so soft, her touch so achingly familiar. “Hopelessly in love and desperately missing each other.”

I grin. “I already miss you.” I roll her over and take her body like it’s mine to touch, mine to love, mine forever.

Vivian

Three days ago I told Oliver to go to Portland. He talked it over with his family and they agree it’s what he needs to do. Two days ago he made the decision to go. Yesterday I broke down in Alex’s arms and told her I regretted telling him to go. Today he’s leaving.

“I want you to move in.”

I laugh as I towel dry my hair. “You’re leaving today. I don’t think it matters now.”

Oli zips his suitcase and holds out his hand. He leads me down the hallway, stopping in front of the door.

“Chance will come by next week and put on the new door.”

My brow furrows. “What are you talk—”

Oliver opens the door.

Yellow.

The walls are yellow with charcoal and white-striped curtains. There’s a desk against one wall, bookshelves on the opposite wall, and my bed in the middle with a new floral quilt and … pillows, lots of decor pillows.

“Oli…” I step in the room and turn in a slow circle “…when did you … I can’t believe …”

He pulls me into his arms and smiles down at me. “I don’t know how long I’ll be in Portland, but I do know that being so far away from you is going to feel like my heart is living outside of my body. The one thing that will get me through it is knowing that you’re here in our house waiting for me to come home.”

He brushes his lips over my falling tears. “Will you be here?”

Don’t go!

“Yes, I’ll be here.” I hug him, clinging to this man I love with all my being, and dying a little inside.

“I expect great things from this room.” He showers my nose and cheeks with kisses like he’s trying to kiss all of my freckles. “Lots of hours studying, straight A assignments, a few naughty videos that you’ll send me …”

“Mr. Konrad, I would never!”

He squeezes my ass. “I think you would and I hope … really hope you will.”

“We should go.”

Oliver glances at his watch. “I’m afraid you’re right.”

Oliver drives us to Logan International. I’ve had a slow building of emotions threatening to ruin our goodbye.

Hold it together. Hold it together.

He gets his suitcases out of the trunk and hands me his keys with a smirk.

“I know, don’t wreck it.” I hold out my hand.

“I was going to say don’t kill yourself or anyone else.”

“Ha ha.”

He sets the keys in my hand then closes his hand around mine. Our eyes meet. “I’m going to try and get back to you as soon as I can.”

I nod because I can’t speak. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me. Our tongues brush together as our lips move in sync. One last embrace follows our long kiss goodbye.

Hold it together. Hold it together.

“I’ll talk to you soon.”

I nod, holding my breath, strangled by my emotions.

We share one last sad smile before he turns and walks toward the doors. I get in the driver’s seat and start the car. My stomach churns with nausea and my heart feels heavy and tight like it’s suffocating. I place my hands on the top of the steering wheel, rest my forehead on them, and I cry. My door opens and I suck in a startled breath, looking up.

Oliver. He shakes his head and bends down pulling me into his arms. I sob. It’s ugly and painful, but I can’t hold it in any longer.

“Let it go, my love, let it go,” he whispers in my ear, stroking my hair.

“It h-hurts s-so bad.”

“Shh … I know it does. I feel it too.”

He doesn’t rush me like he has a plane to catch, and he even ignores the occasional horn that honks behind us. Oliver’s love is patient and it makes his departure even harder to handle.

He wipes my tears as I sniffle. “Don’t hide your feelings from me, not ever. Okay?”

“O-k-kay.” I grab a tissue out of my purse and wipe my nose. “Why’d you c-come back.”

He smiles. “Because I had this feeling you needed one last hug.”

My lips curl into a tight, painful smile. His words manage to wring a few more tears out of my puffy, red eyes.

“Vivian, I love you more than you could ever imagine in a million lifetimes. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

“K … I love you too, Oli.”

“More than Boston Kreme?”

“Yes.” I laugh and kiss him.

“More than my mom’s cobbler?”

“Yes.” Another kiss.

“More than Rosenberg?”

“You’re pushing it, buddy.”

“There’s my girl. Sweet and sassy, just like I like her.” He kisses my forehead then stands. “Say bye to the fur ball for me.”

I roll my eyes as he shuts the door. He places his hand flat on the window and I do the same. One last, sad smile. I see the unshed tears glisten in his eyes right as he turns and walks away.

“Bye, Oli.” I choke out as I look in the rearview mirror and watch him disappear through the glass doors.

Oliver never indicated how long he might be in Portland and I never asked. I knew it would just be a guess on his part, and I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment if it took longer. Measuring the time in weeks is probably unrealistic, months is what I imagine, and anything beyond that is too painful to think about right now.

I know Alex is probably waiting for me. We’re supposed to meet with a band that may play at their reception. But I need a few minutes alone to … I don’t know—miss Oliver some more.

“Rosenberg,” I call, opening the door. Slipping off my shoes, I look up. “What’s … going on?” My parents are here and so is Alex, Sean, and Maggie. “Is this an intervention?”