"He'd love that wouldn't he?" River contemplated then opened the door a little further so Fabian could go inside.
"Fabes!" Geneviève called and he came around the corner, groaning when he saw the problem had been solved.
"Get in," River demanded and Fabian grabbed his blanket and pillow and went back into their room.
"If you don't hear from me in a few hours call the police," Fabian whispered,
"You're so dramatic." I laughed,
"Am I?" He questioned before closing the door, as Geneviève made her way back down the hall. And then it was just River and me, he leaned against the doorframe, his dark hair a little messy.
“Two.” He leaned down to whisper to me, sending a shiver cascading down my spine.
“What?” I wondered in complete confusion,
“You asked how many people I’ve kissed.” He explained, “The answer is two, there was another but now there is only you.”
He didn’t give me enough time to respond before he glanced down, ran a hand through his hair and closed to door.
“Only me…” I whispered to myself shaking my head in disbelief.
“Yes.” River admitted, glancing away from me, and for a brief moment I thought I saw his cheeks tint red.
It didn't matter regardless, because he shut the door before I could make out what exactly he was feeling. I leaned my back against the wooden frame and sighed incredulously.
A part of me wished it could stay that way forever. A part of me was admittedly getting a little too ahead of herself.
I flipped through pages of an old French pirate novel I found on my bedside table while Geneviève got ready for bed. Each of the rooms had two twin-sized beds, the cabin was solar powered and at night we used oil lamps found in the kitchen cabinets. I heard the water in the bathroom sink turn off before Geneviève made her way back into the room. She'd tied her long strawberry-blonde hair in a messy bun and wore a dainty white nightgown.
Geneviève’s beauty was undeniable and completely possessing, she had this almost timeless exterior. And when she wasn't talking her sharp juniper eyes appeared timid almost and virtuous.
"What do you see in River?" She asked pausing in the light of the lamp,
"What does everyone see in him, what do you see in him?" I retorted flipping through the pages,
"He deserves better than to simply be lusted over by you, he deserves to beseen." Geneviève provoked,
"I agree but what does any of that have to do with me?" I asked,
"You barely know him and if you're just using him you need to stop now," Geneviève defended and to my surprise, she was actually being sincere,
"I wouldneverdo that-" I argued sitting up in bed,
"That's what they always say and they end up doing quite the opposite." Geneviève insisted, "I know he talks a big game, but he is not like most guys you're probably used to. He'll never tell you he cares if that's what you're waiting for."
"Where're you going with this?" I asked,
"Nowhere, I just want you to know that I can't watch him get hurt again and if you hurt him— You'll rue the day. And if you think you hate me now, you're going to despise me. And I won't hit you then, or even the day after that or maybe even month after. I'll hit you when you're at your weakest and I'll make sure it hurts" Geneviève sneered,
"Is that supposed to be a threat?" I scoffed,
"It's a fucking promise." She stated matter of factly,
"Do you realize people merely tolerate you at this point?" I laughed, "Your words mean nothing to me."
I blew out the lamp at my bedside table and I couldn’t help but wonder what she meant by ‘they always end up doing the opposite.’ Who werethey?Was there someone else I didn't know about?
Looking back at myself in present time I wish I would have known sooner, the truth was transparent and right in front of my eyes and yet I chose to see right through it.
