Chapter 45
THE CHOICE
We pass the following days in a state of wonder.
As I soak in the warmth of James’ embrace, the reality of our situation sinks in.
It’s a beautiful contradiction. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, it feels like we’ve created a sanctuary within the walls of The Lake House.
But outside these walls, our world is teetering on the edge of a delicate balance, a precarious peace that could easily shatter under the weight of small-town grudges.
Though Moya’s warning still lingers in the back of my mind, I can’t deny the happiness that’s bloomed within me since James and I have started sharing our lives.
Surrounded by the love and support of friends like Jacinta, Fintan, Dom and the boys, I can’t help but think that this is where we’re supposed to be.
As we sit by the water, the sun casting both light and shadow on the lake’s surface, it seems silly to worry.
How could there be darkness amidst so much beauty?
I lean my head on James’ shoulder, searching his face for an answer.
Lately, we’ve agreed to simply not speak of the malevolent cloud hanging over us, creating a stubborn bubble of denial.
‘What are your thoughts on leaving?’ I question.
I don’t want to be a hindrance to James’ success.
I can’t demand nor require him to give up any ambitions or amazing opportunities just because of me.
Even if that means we need to do something long distance, I’m sure it’ll work out.
If there’s anything I’ve learned from this experience, it’s that where there’s a will, there’s always a way.
He gazes at me, a look filled with sentiment. ‘Well, I’ve been considering the idea of not going.’
‘Oh?’ I bite the inside of my cheek and force my gaze to remain steady as I ask, trying not to betray any flicker of hope.
‘Well, initially I thought that something else, something more satisfying, was waiting for me elsewhere… but now I don’t think so. And that’s all down to you.’
‘Really, James? You mean that?’
‘Oh yes. What I’m looking for isn’t so far away anymore. Is that okay to say? Not too overpowering?’
I turn to study him, but he pulls back, and I put my hand on his chest to make sure he doesn’t go any further.
‘No, don’t move away,’ I whisper.
His pulse quickens underneath my fingertips, his heart pounding against my palm like a drum in the night. He looks deep into my eyes and reaches for my face, lightly running his hands along my cheeks and cupping them gently.
Our lips meet, and the world around us fades away.
There’s a future for us. And it’s already begun.