Waiting to see Harlan again is like holding my breath for five straight days, complete with the feeling of impending death.
It shouldn't have been this hard, I try to remind myself. Harlan and I, whatever we are, have a connection. We have some sort of link. But that doesn't mean that I'm defined in whatever we are. I'm not his girlfriend; I can't just text and ask him if he is okay, not without the risk of him telling me to back off, that I have no place to be checking in on him like we're dating. I never know when I'll cross an emotional line with Harlan, and it keeps me on my toes and constantly afraid of "overstepping."
I'm not his girlfriend. But I'm something. Figuring out what exactly that is... that is the challenge.
I'm dying to know why he'd left town on such short notice. Why
