《2 new+moon新月》第81章

some　dry　clothes。〃　
I　let　my　eyes　adjust　to　the　dark　room　while　Jacob　banged　around　in　his　bedroom。　The　cramped　front　
room　seemed　so　empty　without　Billy；　almost　desolate。　It　was　strangely　ominous—probably　just　because　
I　knew　where　he　was。　
Jacob　was　back　in　seconds。　He　threw　a　pile　of　gray　cotton　at　me。　〃These　will　be　huge　on　you；　but　it"s　the　
best　I"ve　got。　I"ll；　er；　step　outside　so　you　can　change。〃　
〃Don"t　go　anywhere。　I"m　too　tired　to　move　yet。　Just　stay　with　me。〃　
Jacob　sat　on　the　floor　next　to　me；　his　back　against　the　couch。　I　wondered　when　he"d　slept　last。　He　
looked　as　exhausted　as　I　felt。　
He　leaned　his　head　on　the　cushion　next　to　mine　and　yawned。　〃Guess　I　could　rest　for　a　minute…〃　
His　eyes　closed。　I　let　mine　slide　shut；　too。　
Poor　Harry。　Poor　Sue。　I　knew　Charlie　was　going　to　be　beside　himself。　Harry　was　one　of　his　best　friends。　
Despite　Jake"s　negative　take　on　things；　I　hoped　fervently　that　Harry　would　pull　through。　For　Charlie"s　
sake。　For　Sue"s　and　Leah"s　and　Seth"s…　
Billy"s　sofa　was　right　next　to　the　radiator；　and　I　was　warm　now；　despite　my　soaked　clothes。　My　lungs　
ached　in　a　way　that　pushed　me　toward　unconsciousness　rather　than　keeping　me　awake。　I　wondered　
vaguely　if　it　was　wrong　to　sleep…　or　was　I　getting　drowning　mixed　up　with　concussions…　？　Jacob　
began　softly　snoring；　and　the　sound　of　it　soothed　like　a　lullaby。　I　fell　asleep　quickly。　
For　the　first　time　in　a　very　long　time；　my　dream　was　just　a　normal　dream。　Just　a　blurred　wandering　
through　old　memories—blinding　bright　visions　of　the　Phoenix　sun；　my　mother"s　face；　a　ramshackle　tree　
house；　a　faded　quilt；　a　wall　of　mirrors；　a　flame　on　the　black　water…　I　forgot　each　of　them　as　soon　as　the　
picture　changed。　
The　last　picture　was　the　only　one　that　stuck　in　my　head。　It　was　meaningless—just　a　set　on　a　stage。　A　
balcony　at　night；　a　painted　moon　hanging　in　the　sky。　I　watched　the　girl　in　her　nightdress　lean　on　the　railing　
and　talk　to　herself。　
Meaningless…　but　when　I　slowly　struggled　back　to　consciousness；　Juliet　was　on　my　mind。　
Jacob　was　still　asleep；　he"d　slumped　down　to　the　floor　and　his　breathing　was　deep　and　even。　The　house　
was　darker　now　than　before；　it　was　black　outside　the　window。　I　was　stiff；　but　warm　and　almost　dry。　The　
inside　of　my　throat　burned　with　every　breath　I　took。　
I　was　going　to　have　to　get　up—at　least　to　get　a　drink。　But　my　body　just　wanted　tc　he　here　limp；　to　never　
move　again。　
Instead　of　moving；　I　thought　about　Juliet　some　more。　
I　wondered　what　she　would　have　done　if　Romeo　had　left　her；　not　because　he　was　banished；　but　because　
he　lost　interests　What　if　Rosalind　had　given　him　the　time　of　day；　and　he"d　changed　his　mind？　What　if；　
instead　of　marrying　Juliet；　he"d　just　disappeared？　
I　thought　I　knew　how　Juliet　would　feel。　
She　wouldn"t　go　back　to　her　old　life；　not　really。　She　wouldn"t　ever　have　moved　on；　I　was　sure　of　that。　
Even　if　she"d　lived　until　she　was　old　and　gray；　every　time　she　closed　her　eyes；　it　would　have　been　
Romeo"s　face　she　saw　behind　her　lids。　She　would　have　accepted　that；　eventually。　
I　wondered　if　she　would　have　married　Paris　in　the　end；　just　to　please　her　parents；　to　keep　the　peace。　No；　
probably　not；　I　decided。　But　then；　the　story　didn"t　say　much　about　Paris。　He　was　just　a　stick　figure—a　
placeholder；　a　threat；　a　deadline　to　force　her　hand。　
What　if　there　were　more　to　Paris？　
What　if　Paris　had　been　Juliet"s　friend？　Her　very　best　friend？　What　if　he　was　the　only　one　she　could　
confide　in　about　the　whole　devastating　thing　with　Romeo？　The　one　person　who　really　understood　her　and　
made　her　feel　halfway　human　again？　What　if　he　was　patient　and　kind？　What　if　he　took　care　of　her？　What　
if　Juliet　knew　she　couldn"t　survive　without　him？　What　if　he　really　loved　her；　and　wanted　her　to　be　happy？　
And…　what　if　she　loved　Paris？　Not　like　Romeo。　Nothing　like　that；　of　course。　But　enough　that　she　
wanted　him　to　be　happy；　too？　
Jacob"s　slow；　deep　breathing　was　the　only　sound　in　the　room—like　a　lullaby　hummed　to　a　child；　like　the　
whisper　of　a　rocking　chair；　like　the　ticking　of　an　old　clock　when　you　had　nowhere　you　needed　to　go…It　
was　the　sound　of　fort。　
If　Romeo　was　really　gone；　never　ing　back；　would　it　have　mattered　whether　or　not　Juliet　had　taken　
Paris　up　on　his　offer？　Maybe　she　should　have　tried　to　settle　into　the　leftover　scraps　of　life　that　were　left　
behind。　Maybe　that　would　have　been　as　close　to　happiness　as　she　could　get。　
I　sighed；　and　then　groaned　when　the　sigh　scraped　my　throat。　I　was　reading　too　much　into　the　story。　
Romeo　wouldn"t　change　his　mind。　That"s　why　people　still　remembered　his　name；　always　twined　with　hers：　
Romeo　and　Juliet。　That"s　why　it　was　a　good　story。　〃Juliet　gets　dumped　and　ends　up　with　Paris〃　would　
have　never　been　a　hit。　
I　closed　my　eyes　and　drifted　again；　letting　my　mind　wander　away　from　the　stupid　play　I　didn"t　want　to　
think　about　anymore。　I　thought　about　reality　instead—about　jumping　off　the　cliff　and　what　a　brainless　
mistake　that　had　been。　And　not　just　the　cliff；　but　the　motorcycles　and　the　whole　irresponsible　Evel　
Knievel　bit。　What　if　something　bad　happened　to　me？　What　would　that　do　to　Charlie？　Harry"s　heart　
attack　had　pushed　everything　suddenly　into　perspective　for　me。　Perspective　that　I　didn"t　want　to　see；　
because—if　I　admitted　to　the　truth　of　it—it　would　mean　that　I　would　have　to　change　my　ways。　Could　I　
live　like　that？　
Maybe。　It　wouldn"t　be　easy；　in　fact；　it　would　be　downright　miserable　to　give　up　my　hallucinations　and　try　
to　be　a　grownup。　But　maybe　I　should　do　it。　And　maybe　I　could。　If　I　had　Jacob。　
I　couldn"t　make　that　decision　right　now。　It　hurt　too　much。　I"d　think　about　something　else。　
Images　from　my　illconsidered　afternoon　stunt　rolled　through　my　head　while　I　tried　to　e　up　with　
something　pleasant　to　think　about…　the　feel　of　the　air　as　I　fell；　the　blackness　of　the　water；　the　thrashing　of　
the　current…　Edward"s　face…　I　lingered　there　for　a　long　time。　Jacob"s　warm　hands；　trying　to　beat　life　
back　into　me…　the　stinging　rain　flung　down　by　the　purple　clouds…　the　strange　fire　on　the　waves…　
There　was　something　familiar　about　that　flas