light-years later. This feels like something straight out of a video game.
We travel 100,000,000 light-years from Earthâinto other galaxies, where we see lots of greens and reds and blues and purples glowing against the black of space, like splattered drops of paint on a dark apron. I donât know how weâre not space sick once we hit 5,000,000,000 light-years away from Earth. Thereâs something shaped like a butterfly, and we discover itâs the afterglow of the big bang, which is pretty damn beautiful.
Everything begins zooming away, space and time undoing its present to us, my present to Genevieve, and it throws us out of the cosmos. This trip changes everything for me. Or maybe doesnât change anything, only makes clear of what I can find here on Earth, my home. Space is pretty damn unreachable for most of us. I turn to Genevieve, to the girl I brought to the stars and back, who waits for me through times dark as space. I hold her hand and say, âI think I sort of, maybe kind of . . . I think I love you.â
My heart is pounding. Iâm so dumb. Genevieve is out of my league, out of this universe. I wait for a reaction, for her to laugh at me, but she smiles and blows all my doubts awayâuntil her smile falters for a second. I couldâve missed it if I blinked or rolled my eyes back in relief.
âYou donât have to say that,â Genevieve says. I check her hands to see if the ax she just slammed into my chest is as big as I think it is. âI donât know if thatâs what you think I want to hear.â
âIâll be real. I didnât think kids our age could do this, you know, but youâre more than my best friend and definitely more than some girl I like sleeping with. Iâm not waiting for you to say it backâin fact, never say it. Iâll be okay. I just had to tell you.â
I kiss my girlfriend on her forehead, untangle our hands and legs, and get up. Itâs hard, seeing as thereâs this crushing weight in my chest that makes me feel like that time I tumbled under the waves at Orchard Beach. I follow the orange cord to the ledge and look down at the street: two guys are either shaking hands or swapping money for weed, a young mother is struggling to pop open a baby stroller and a couple of girls are laughing at her. This world is full of ugliness like drugs and hate and girlfriends who donât love you. I look over at my building a couple blocks down. I could really go for being home now.
Genevieve grips my shoulder and hugs me from behind. In her hand is a folded piece of paper. She shakes it until I take it from her.
âLook at it,â she says, slightly muffled. This is a goodbye hug that comes with a goodbye letter with goodbye words. I unfold the wrinkled sheet and itâs an illustration of a boy and a girl in the sky with a backdrop of many, many stars. The boy is tall and when I examine it more closely, the girl is punching him in the armâitâs a constellation of us.
Genevieve turns me to her and looks me in the eyes and I almost want to turn away. âI drew that after our first date and have carried it around a lot wondering when I could share this with you. All we did was walk around and it was easy, like we were hanging out for the hundredth time.â
Then I realize our first clumsy kiss was the inspiration. âI laughed after we kissed and you didnât get offended or anything. You smiled and punched me in the arm.â
âI shouldâve punched you in the face. I guess I like hurting the boy I love.â
I donât move. I told her to never say it but Iâm damn glad she did. Weâre locked in some strange staring contest and our mouths are curving.
This is still an ugly world. But at least itâs one where your girlfriend loves you back.
7
THAT TIME IâM ALONE
I t hasnât even been twenty-four hours and I miss Genevieve. I would sell our firstborn