WHEN ASHES FALL

OneAlixPresent Day“Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” I said into the headset as I stared at the computer screen.While I waited for a response, I sucked in a deep breath and rested my fingers on the keyboard, my thumb gently tapping the space bar but not hard enough to actually press it down. My body tensed. The tips of my toes ground into the bottom of my shoes.It was a ritual.One I repeated every time I answered a call.“I’m at the Public Garden,” the woman said. “And a man just fell off one of the benches. He’s on the ground, screaming. You can probably hear him in the background. It looks like he hurt his arm or something.”Once I processed her description, my chest loosened.The air I’d been holding in slowly made its way through my lips.The tapping stopped.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Why do you need that?”“It’s for our records and also so I know what to call you.”“I’m not comfortable with giving you my last name, but my first name is Rachel.”“Rachel,” I repeated

I got up from the table and moved around to her chair. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Stay. Enjoy yourself. Eat your meal … and mine. If you want. It was nice meeting you …” I stopped and cleared my throat, trying to remember her name. It didn’t come to me, and I had nothing left to say, so I walked away.But I didn’t leave the restaurant.I went to Alix’s table, stood right at her side, and put my back toward my date. “Excuse me,” I said.Rose was already looking at me.Not Alix.I had to wait for her to slowly turn to me, her gaze gradually lifting until it reached my face. “Hi.”“I want to give you something.”She smiled out of nervousness. “Okay.”“Give me your hand.”“She’s not giving you anything until I know what this is about,” Rose said.The dynamics of their friendship were defined in that moment.So were their personalities.I glanced at Rose. “What I’m about to give her isn’t going to hurt her.”“I don’t know that.”I reached into my back pocket again, took out m

“Why do you say that?”I waved off my assistant as she popped her head in, and I swiveled the chair around to face the wall of windows. “Most people send a text the next day, two days max. Or they scrub off the ink with no intention of ever calling. But they don’t usually keep the number and wait three weeks to use it.”“I was moving. That’s why I didn’t phone you sooner.”I grabbed a stress ball off my desk. I threw it into the air, caught it, and tossed it right back up. “My best friend owns a moving company. I could have had you relocated and unpacked within a few hours.”“I wouldn’t have accepted your offer, Dylan. My roommates and I are more than capable of handling it.”I shifted in my seat as the ball went wide to the left, and I threw it high. “It sounds like you have more than one.”“I have three.”“Three?” I said, laughing.I hadn’t lived with that many people since college, and that was ten years ago.I wasn’t sure how old Alix was. I guessed mid-twenties, which meant she s

“And they’re showing you that he’s …” His voice trailed off, and he lifted his hand from Joe’s neck and ran it through his hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, Joe. Open your eyes and look at me, buddy.” When Joe didn’t respond, Smith put his hand on his friend’s chest and shook it. “Open your goddamn eyes. I know you can hear me right now.”I didn’t stop him because I didn’t think movement would hurt Joe’s condition.“What the fuck did you take?” He got closer to Joe’s face. “You didn’t have to do this. We would have figured it out. I would have helped you; you know that.”Just as Joe’s pulse slowed a little more, I heard the sound of the siren. By how loud it was, it couldn’t have been more than a few blocks away.“They’re almost here,” I said to Smith.My fingers stayed on Joe’s wrist, constantly monitoring his heart rate in case it lowered to where I needed to give him CPR. My eyes were glued to him, taking in the coloring of his skin, the movement in his face, every rise of his chest. An

She needed to understand something, and because I was more forward than her, I said, “Listen to me, Alix. You can always say no to me.”“I’m not sure I can.”As I looked into her eyes, the truth behind that statement revealed itself to me.She felt the same way I did.I didn’t know what to call it.I couldn’t even describe it.But it was something.I’d known that from the moment I stood next to her at the restaurant.Even more so when I wrote my number on her hand.And, now, the feeling was even more intense than ever.Enough that I needed to start walking or my fucking hands were going to reach for her.I couldn’t let that happen yet.“Follow me.” My hand went to her shoulder, moving her closer, before I led her toward State Street.Just as I took a step, I heard, “Wait.”I glanced at my side, our eyes locking.“I need to know something first.”“What?”“Is she still in the picture?”She.The girl I had been with that night.It was a fair question.“She’s long gone.” My lids narrowed