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She could see the top of the rock wall, the swirly blue up far ahead and the sun exposing the surface. She planted her palm and lifted her other hand to push down with everything she had. She felt his hand under her foot, giving her a boost up. She got her knee up, with only a slight scrape, and collapsed once three quarters of her trembling body was safe on top. She did not have the strength to turn and offer him her hand.
He was right behind her and when reaching the top, did not collapse, but instead took several deep breaths. He helped her up to her feet. While his scent made her blush and his hand on her waist made her feel weepy with love, she couldn’t stop the spinning behind her eyes.
“Hey,” she said, short spurts of air coming through her dry mouth, “What’s your name?”
“Your name is Danno?”
She was sure she hadn’t heard right.
“What kind of name is Danno?”
“We’re not playing this game again, are we?”
She laughed too, and quickly felt her knees start to give in.
“I’m going to faint.”
“No, don’t do that. Just breathe. That was a bit of a workout.”
She nodded and sucked in and out. But this was different discomfort from the over exertion that came with strenuous activity. The pain was in her abdomen as well. If she had not had her appendix removed three winters ago, she would have thought it was bursting inside of her.
“I really–I really am going to.”
His grip tightened on her arm and her waist.
“Here, let’s have you rest here.”There was a clearing with some moss strewn across the damp caramel colored dirt. He took off his jacket and lied it smooth before easing her down. “We should have brought water,” he said.
She nodded and turned on her side out of habit. The throbbing intensified. She held on to his hand.
“This isn’t right. Something isn’t right.”
“I shouldn’t have pushed, Ala. I feel like a jerk.”
“I’ll be okay, I just need dome rest.” His face blurred as she closed her eyes. She felt his body curve to fit hers and his hand pushed the sweaty matted hair off of her forehead.
“I can call someone if you’d like.”
“No,” she said, thinking of her parents. She would not ruin this time with him. Her parents would make her go to the hospital. They would make her end the best summer of her life. “I’ll be fine. Just stay.”
She heard his chuckle.
“Where else would I go?”
“I don’t know, Danno” she whispered and then chuckled too. She had to be in and out of sleep. No one’s name was Danno. No one she had met, or even heard of. No one drove Aston Martin’s either though. And no one made her love them in less than one day.
There was a low breeze that brushed across her ankles as she trudged upwards. He had a long stride and a determination toward the direction they were headed. This was a new side to him, who up until now had not seemed rushed to do anything.
She started to feel warm and was sure to take deep breaths. The heat was intensifying and she realized they had not brought any water with them. She never thought about drinking water, but always grew panicky when none was available.
They stopped in a shaded area next to a small stream. She perched on a rock and the icy cold released of some of the pent up heat. He opened the canvas bag and took out the bread. They ate and listened to the birds flap around in the branches. The preserves, though warmed, still tasted refreshing like summer fruit always had to her.
“After we’re finished with this, do you want to see a really great view?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding and tucking some crumbs into her mouth with her tongue.
“We’ll have to climb a little.”
“I don’t mind.” She wiggled her feet around in her shoes. There was no pain, but there was a gritty sweat in some of the creases and she was concerned about blisters forming.
He took her hand and the started in east, up to a small cleft with rock jutting in and out through the middle . She saw what he was thinking. It would be easy to climb up this way instead of going all the way around the base and facing a steep incline.
“You go first and I’ll get behind you in case you slip.”
She nodded and began by stepping her foot into a small crevice for leverage before reaching both hands to grip the brittle stone and hoist herself up. Lifting her body weight was not something she had tried before and proved to be difficult when not being able to stop or rest or lean back for support. She became terrified when it was time to reach for the next rock. She didn’t trust the bottoms of her shoes to grip properly.
She closed her eyes and reached. Her fingers shook, but she was able to pull hard enough for her left foot to find the next step without her looking. She heard his quiet grunting behind her and tried to climb a little bit faster.
“How am I doing?” She said between panting.
“Just fine. We’re almost at the top Ala,” he said.
She smiled when she heard how he said her name with adoration in his voice. Seconds later, her mind flooded when she understood that she was climbing up the side of a mountain with a man he had spent the night with, and had no idea what his name might be.
She sat up slowly, running her hands over her elbows and feeling the gritty scrapes, sticky with blood. She didn’t break anything vital but was worried she’d have bruises the following day.
She made her way to a shallow area where several mini channels brought water to a small lake. She found a slick dark rock and sat on top of it. Removing her mother’s pumps, inevitably scuffed and incriminating, and dipped her feet in. The water was intense—so cold that it made Ala wonder if she had indeed died after the fall. She closed her eyes and listened for creatures, craving to hear something alive be near her. All she heard was the water. All she felt was the pulsing of tiny currents being pushed into the center.
She wanted to cry, but had nothing to anchor the sadness of her thoughts to. Her mind felt numb. Spent. She was greatful to not have her cell phone because it made calling Jase impossible. She was glad to have left the party when she had. She didn’t want judgment passed on her when she felt her most vulnerable. She didn’t want anyone to know that she didn’t know whether she’d ever be okay again. She just wanted to sit and occasionally reflect. That was the only way anything would come to her and tell her it was time to get on with life again. Tell her that none of her plans mattered and that something great was getting ready to barrel through her life. To tell her that he never mattered at all.