Gabriel was sitting on the window sill in my room, the window wide open. His eyes were resolutely staring up at the sky. His hands were fiddling with something and when I saw what it was, I paused for a second.
I briefly wondered if I should have let Caroline come up here instead. If I shouldn’t have come up here as fast as I could after that disastrous dinner.
Gabriel always raised complicated feelings within me. Feelings that were always contradictory. Did I want to hold him or hate him?
Gabriel turned to look down at the stuffed animal in his hands. It was old, fraying and ugly as sin. You could barely tell it was supposed to be a cat. I didn’t know what I was feeling seeing him holding something so precious in his hands.
“I remember this,” he said into the quiet room.
“What are yo
