The days were getting shorter, and the nights getting colder. Fall had arrived on Legacy Island… The Ice-cream truck driver still seemed determined to stalk Lucy, parked outside her house at all hours of the night.
Lucy was doing her best to avoid Presley. She felt guilty and missed him, but didn’t want to have the talk with him about the status of there “relationship.”
He would call, text, and stop over, but she made her best effort to throw herself into her work, so she’d never be home, and if she was home, she’d lock the doors, and blast her music or pretend to be sleeping. She was being a coward. She knew this, but it seemed like the easiest way to have him forget her, and move on.
On a positive note, work was going well. She got on good enough with her co-workers and most of the doctors were pretty nice. However, despite her co-workers best attempts at friendship, she refused to let anyone in. The guilt from what she was doing to Presley was wrecking her entire life. She was a horrible person.
She avoided going home if at all possible. Choosing to pick up shifts at work, or stay later when others wanted to return to there familes. Her bosses and c0-workers praised her dedication, but they didn’t know that she was just hiding her misery and her loneiness.
The busy work week went by fast, and she found herself with a day off. Lucy had been working like an animal and she was exausted, but she liked staying busy, and keeping her mind off her problems. She was deep in a good book when the phone rang in her pocket of her pajama pants. She flinched, knowing who it was before she even looked at the caller I.D.
She let him go straight to voice mail. Despite herself, she was curious. She mostly wanted to hear his voice. She missed him. Missed what they had before that stupid Leisure day. Before she had ruined the best friendship of her life by sleeping with her best friend. If only she had a remote control for life, wouldn’t that just fix everything?
“Lucy,” he began. “I don’t know whats going on, and why you are avoiding me. I have called, texted, and knocked, but you never answer…” His voice trailed off, and he sounded so sad that it brought tears to her eyes.
“I can’t force you to talk to me, but I just wanted you to know, that when you are ready to talk that I’ll be here.” There was a small sigh, and then a click as he hung up.
A knock sounded at the door a few minutes later. She jumped, and stayed quiet.
She heard him drop something off on the porch and hurry back down the steps…
The next morning after going out to get the newspaper she saw the flowers and letter that Presley had left for her. She debated on throwing them in the trash, but his gift touched her heart.
But she didn’t have time to dwell. She had to get ready for work. Something to look foward too at least. She was making a steady pay check. It felt nice to be financially secure. Keeping so busy that she didnt have time to dwell on her problems was just an added bonus.
At least the day was dark. The sky was bruise colored, and the rain suited her mood perfectly. She found it hard to wallow when the sun was shining so bright turning the fall leaves to beautiful shades of crimson and burnt orange.
The bad weather continued its assult on the island. It brought out the worst in the patients, and long term care residents. It was really the night from hell.
When she got home after a crazy night, she sat down on her couch and listened to the silence around her. The background sound of the rain and thunder didn’t help. The sound of silence was louder then any storm could produce. She gave in to her tears, let them come. Tonight she would embrace the feelings of pent up sadness, frustration, and loneliness. For tomorrow was a new day, and she could start doing what was right…