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Sleepless: Callum and Harper Part 26

I felt like an even bigger fool knowing that I was scrunched down in Charlie's hallway by myself when John Bell was out to kill me or take me or whatever plans he had for me. I visibly shivered. I wanted neither. Understatement. That's when I realized I couldn't stay at Cherry's because John would know that Cherry was part of The Ivories. I needed an alternative arrangement. The door opened just as I was deciding to ask Marty if I could stay at hers.

When I looked up, Callum, Cherry, and SO came out. "Crap," I said out loud, earning me a look of admonishment from Cherry.

"We'll just be in here," Cherry said, pulling SO with her back inside. He tried to protest but Cherry would have none of it.

I stood quickly, faced Callum, and knew immediately that his face was the most beautiful but most painful thing I could possibly look at...ever. I hadn't realized it but I was retreating backwards, slowly. Callum followed me just as slowly, watching me closely, afraid I'd flee.

"Wait," he said, holding a hand out.

I don't know why, but I took it.

"What are we going to do?" He asked, grasping my hand.

"I - I'm not sure," I told him, on the verge of losing control.

"Do we go back to pretending?" He said, shocking my heart. "That we're married?"

"Is there much of a point now that John Bell knows of our identities?"

Something washed over his face, startling me. Relief? Hurt? I couldn't tell.

"I suppose not," he said, "but..."

"But?"

"But we'll at least stay friends, right Harper?" He softly slid his hand up to grab my upper arm, sending an alarming pain to the center of my chest, unbeknownst to him.

I had to step back to be rid of the pain. He looked hurt but not as much as I was.

"I don't know. Can we? We both know that when one friend is in love with the other, it never bodes well," I said bluntly.

Callum's shoulders hung limply in defeat at my statement, no doubt feeling guilty for not being able to give back what I wanted so badly to get.

I couldn't stop myself and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. "I wish it didn't have to be this way," I said. "I don't think I can live without you, Callum. Despite everything, you're still my best friend."

He squeezed his arms around my back and held me close. "I can't do it either. Maybe it's not healthy," he stops, choking on his words. "No, I know it's not healthy but I can't do it. I can't leave you."

I cried harder. "Can we still live together, Callum? Do we," I gulped. "Do we stay married?"

"I think we remain roommates. If you can do it, I can do it."

"And our marriage?" I asked, tearing my face from his now wet t-shirt and peering up at him.

He closed his eyes and sighed loudly. "I think we should divorce," he said.

The word hangs in the air like a noose. A new wave of pain inundates me and I sob harder into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Callum. I wish I could change how I feel." I wish I wasn't so in love with you. But I don't say it. I can't. It's too fresh to say the word out loud.

"Shh," he says, wrapping his arms tighter around my torso. "Me too," he whispers.

Callum This wasn't supposed to be how it happened, I thought. I felt so foolish. I stupidly felt like I could somehow make our arrangement more than what it really was and I had forgotten how to be a man. I wanted her - more than anything - I wanted her to be mine and was too much of a coward to take what I wanted from the beginning. I could have spared myself all this heartache if I'd only been honest with her from the start.

"Callum!" I heard over the street noise below. "Callum!" It's Cherry but I can't muster the voice to call back to her. It doesn't matter because she and SO find me anyway. "What are you doing out here?" She asks, climbing through the window, SO following behind her.

"Harper's out in the hall crying, Callum," SO says, eyeing me carefully, folding his arms across his chest. I can see he wants to accuse me of something but he's waiting for a preemptive explanation. I don't give anything. There's nothing to tell. What am I going to say? SO, I fake married Harper yet, still, foolishly fell in love with her but she doesn't feel the same way. No, I don't think so. "She's crying like I've never seen her cry. Did you - you didn't cheat on her, did you?"

Cherry hits SO's shoulder in my defense. "SO!"

"Ow! What?" He asks, rubbing where she hit. "I've never seen Harper so upset!"

"Callum," Cherry said, "she's out in the hall by herself. It's not exactly ideal since, well I don't want to bring it up but John Bell. She shouldn't be alone."

I shot up like a light and sped through the apartment with both Cherry and SO close on my heels. We opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief, she's alive and well. 'Crap', she says. What a strange situation we'd found ourselves in. Cherry escorts SO back into the apartment, leaving us alone.

She stands quickly, facing me, and I knew immediately that her face was the most beautiful and most painful thing I would possibly look at...ever. She slowly stepped backwards toward the elevators. I follow her, memorizing her every move. I hold out my hand and, surprisingly, she takes it.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"I - I'm not sure," she said, wary.

"Do we go back to pretending?" I asked. "That we're married?"

"Is there much of a point now that John Bell knows of our identities?" She said, stunning my heart to a still. Her words shoot through me like a poison tipped arrow. Mortally wounding. The effects, I'm afraid, contort my face but I try my hardest to fix it before I hurt her own feelings.

"I suppose not," I said, "but..."

"But?" She asks, her eyebrows raised.

"But we'll at least stay friends, right Harper?" I softly grab her arm, sending an alarming pain to the center of my chest, unbeknownst to her.

She steps back to put distance between us, piercing me yet again.

"I don't know. Can we?" She asks. "We both know that when one friend is in love with the other, it never bodes well."

It seemed careless, her statement, its damaging effects making my shoulders hang limply. She cut me down once again. She knows I'm in love with her, she just said it with her own words and she's reminding me she can't return the favor.

Seemingly in regret, she throws her arms around my neck, sobbing into my shoulder. "I wish it didn't have to be this way," she said. "I don't think I can live without you, Callum. Despite everything, you're still my best friend."

I squeezed my arms around her small back and held her close, pretending she was mine. "I can't do it either. Maybe it's not healthy." I stopped, choking on my words. "No, I know it's not healthy, but I can't do it. I can't leave you."

She cries harder. "Can we still live together, Callum? Do we," she gulped. "Do we stay married?"

"I think we remain roommates. If you can do it, I can do it," I said, coming to terms with what I must say next.

"And our marriage?" She asks, tearing her face from my t-shirt and peering up at me.

I close my eyes and sigh loudly. "I think we should divorce," I say thickly.

The word hangs in the air like a noose. A new wave of pain inundates me "I'm so sorry, Callum," she said. "I wish I could change how I feel."

Me too but I wish more that I wasn't so in love with you. But I don't say it. I can't. It's too fresh to say the word out loud.

"Shh," I say, wrapping my arms tighter around her torso. "Me too," I whispered.

Chapter Fifteen.

Boo Callum Harper and I met our insurance adjuster at our burned down apartment. Seeing it in the light was so much worse, making Harper and I all sorts of crazy depressed. We took our check to the bank and stood in line, together yet alone with our thoughts. Things were extremely awkward now that our friendship was so defined. We had no idea how to act around one another. I could only hope that these new boundaries would be what it took to help me fall out of love with Harper, though I knew that was unlikely.

I accidentally bumped into her and apologized like we were strangers. She waved it off as an accident and refused eye contact whereas before she would have stomped my foot in playful response and laughed whole-heartedly. I wanted my old Harper back. Then again, the old Harper drove me crazy with want.

After the check was deposited, Harper and I agreed with a strange sort of politeness that we should look for a new apartment...one with two bedrooms since 'we make a little bit more money now, we can afford it and that will allow us privacy', she'd said, leaving a rotten taste in my mouth but I mindlessly agreed. We looked for new apartments and found a decent one in a building similar to our old one, lots of old history, lots of tile and wood and plaster. This one had a doorman though, which was nice.

We got a two bedroom with two full bathrooms, making it possible never to see one another once during a school day. I'd have to get used to it sometime, I guessed. Slowly weaning myself off of her seemed like a good idea in my head but my heart couldn't help but thump wildly in protest. The week we were off school, we did our work at night, never seeing one another except once when I needed to get a water from the fridge and Harper happened to come out as I did for the same. We clumsily danced around the other when I tried to leave and she tried to enter, both laughing stiffly. I basically sprinted toward my room and never emerged after that.

Furnishing the apartment was equally painful, although sleeping on a real mattress after enduring two years on a sofa bed was sort of nice. Beds were the first thing we bought and it was much easier since it truly didn't have to be a joint decision. When we entered the store, we went opposite directions. I couldn't decide on which one I wanted and needed so badly to get Harper's opinion but couldn't dredge up the nerve to bother her. She already knew I was in love with her, no sense in making myself look more pathetic.

For the rest of the apartment, namely the living room, we went to the Ikea in Brooklyn, deciding that fishing for 'cool pieces' was too much work since we were in the thick of school and the whole John Bell thing. Plus, we would never be able to recreate our old apartment because firstly, that took two years to accomplish, hunting little used furniture stores and the weekly trips to the flea markets and secondly, and most importantly, the old apartment was a piece of the old Callum and Harper. The new Callum and Harper were reserved, neither having an opinion anymore and therefore creating an Ikea explosion in our living room. A one stop shop. I have to admit, it was really nice looking but we basically took a catalog room, pointed to it and said, 'we want this' to a sales associate and had it delivered.

Also, since we had to replace both our wardrobes, we gave one another five hundred a piece and visited a few stores on our own. In a rare moment of unusual friendliness, after Harper came in to our Ikea vomited living space, we took one look at each other in our clothes and burst out laughing. Both of us had feet clad in red Chucks, distressed jeans, and vintage t-shirts. She went to change so it wouldn't be weird and came out in a freaking skirt, which I'd never seen her wear before of her own volition and wish she hadn't started since her rejection of me that night at Charlie's. Any headway we had made with our moment was completely gone when I saw her in that skirt and boots, effectively sending me to my room for the rest of the evening.

We put the apartment in a completely different name from ours. That was a recommendation from the police department. It was harder than I thought to list the apartment in someone else's name but somehow we managed. We also couldn't go to one of The Ivories' biggest shows because John had yet to be caught. I was prisoner in a torturous cell that week. I was Loki and she was my snake.

When it was time to return to campus, Harper became extraordinarily chatty, chattier than even before our incident and I found myself venturing to her side of the apartment, leaning against her door jamb as she explained to me how she was going to be walking to her classes now, since a new route had to be determined. I had yet to see her bedroom. This was a lot more feminine than her old room, lots of textured fabrics, velvet, Dupioni silks, crazy patterns, a lamp I noticed from our old apartment that must have survived the fire.

I entered without asking and stopped short. "Can I come in?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, sighing. "You don't ever have to ask."

I smiled sadly and walked over to the lamp.

"It survived, did it?"

"Yeah," she said, walking over and running her hand along the fringe. "I didn't tell you?"

"I knew some stuff did but I never bothered to find out, too depressing, I guess."

"It's depressing but at the same time makes me feel a little bit better knowing he couldn't destroy everything." Yeah, he destroyed the only thing that really mattered, though, I thought. She stopped talking but continued twirling her fingers in the fringe. "I - I never really thought you would forgive me for what John did to us."

The blood rushed to my face in frustrated anger. "Think about what you just said, Harper, it's what John did to us. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don't blame you for his craziness. Shit happens. He fixated on you and that's not your fault. Please believe me when I say this, Harper, because I don't want to keep reassuring you about it. You need to start believing it yourself."

She nodded, giving me a half-smile.

"Are we ever going to go back to normal?" She asked after an awkward moment of silence.

I stepped back a bit and fell into her bed, sitting down and placing my hand on the edge of the foot board. "I don't know, Harper, but I sure as hell am going to try."

She stepped beside me and sat next to me, not as close as she would have before but close enough for me to know she was trying. "I promise, I'll give it my darndest."

"So, school," I said, changing the subject.

"Yup, I'm nervous about it. I'll be by myself most of the day."

"I know you're nervous but I'll still walk you to every class and there will be that hour we have for lunch. I promise it'll be okay. Just make sure you always stay in a crowded area but where I can find you."

"And work?" She asked.

"Already took care of that. You and I have the exact same shifts for the next six weeks. Laura said she can arrange the same schedule as long as needed if they don't find him within that time frame." Harper shifted uncomfortably. "You don't need to be worried about being alone there. Besides, I think that's the one place we're safest as he isn't aware we even work there.

"Plus, and I know you hate it, but I had her put us on a lot of the one a.m. shifts to organize the stacks."

"Blech!" She said, making me laugh. It wasn't long until she joined in. "Alright, that sounds okay, I guess."

Harper and I worked at Bobst, or the Elmer Holmes Bobst Library. It's the main library of NYU but we usually worked on the third floor at the Fales Library, a rare collection of books and manuscripts in English and American literature. Harper loved it, seeing as her favorite thing in the entire world was reading. She had a healthy respect for all things literature.

The Bobst is a daunting place, housing close to three and a half million books and journals, a twelve story square building, home to one of the largest academic libraries in the nation. When you step onto the black, white and gray marble stereo-grammed floor, your gaze shoots straight up to the ceiling. There's glass as far as the eye can see, surrounding the lobby in a translucent square cocoon. The library fits within a square ring of sorts, all glass interior walls, allowing you to see through the lobby and into the other side, a magnificent sight especially to those first visiting.

A particularly creepy fact about the Bobst is that a six foot Plexiglas wall had to be installed on all its open air crosswalks because there were two suicides in the same year a few years back. I remembered reading about them when I was in high school. I shudder to think the stress those poor students had been under. It made me wonder what things were being put in place besides barricades to prevent further deaths.

The first week we returned to class, I walked Harper to all her classes without incident though they hadn't caught John yet. The second week was our last before Christmas break and we were swamped with finals and work, both grateful for the distraction since the detective handling our case had called to inform us that yet another woman fitting Harper's description was reported missing that Monday. I stayed particularly close to Harper that week and by Thursday, finals were over, and we only had to work that night in the stacks before we had the next month off.

Friday was Christmas Eve, we'd planned on visiting my uncle in Seattle before our 'incident' but hadn't talked about it since. I never bought the tickets and she never brought it up so I never bothered either. I did write Ames and he basically gave me an open invite to visit, letting me know he was aware that I had a few weeks off and that I could stay as long as I'd like. I told him I'd think about it, knowing the answer was most likely no. I would never leave Harper alone without John caught and would never risk John Bell following us to Ames', getting my only surviving family member mixed up in my craziness.

That night, the night before Christmas Eve, Harper and I shared a silent train ride to organize the stacks for the last time until the break was over, both of us hiding from one another by immersing ourselves in our iPods. I had Pinback's Boo on repeat. It just felt appropriate. I wore a simple thermal and t-shirt under my utility jacket. It was especially cold that late at night so I threw on my wool cap, tucking my longish hair behind my ears and wrapped a scarf around my neck. I glanced Harper's way and couldn't help but take her in. She didn't wear anything unusually different that night yet she looked completely different to me. Her faded jeans hugged her legs well, her bright red military jacket with the large black buttons was buttoned all the way to her neck, her chunky blue knitted beret covering her ears. She decided to wear her black combats, probably because the cold here in the city could penetrate even the thickest sneaker. The concrete just held the cold better than anywhere else. As I watched her, I realized that it had been weeks since the declaration and I was still in love with her, nowhere close to getting over her.

We had agreed to continue wearing our rings to keep up appearances but it made me ill to look at mine. My eyes followed the line of my arm until it met the ring on my finger. It was a huge lie, that ring. I suddenly felt tired, not from the late hour, but from carrying the massive burden of our lie and the heavy weight that she didn't love me as I loved her on my back. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, I didn't think I wanted to be married to Harper anymore. I knew I couldn't have her so why torture myself any longer? As soon as John was caught, I'd divorce Harper, that was already decided, but I needed to take it one step further than that. We hadn't agreed to separating our friendship as I think we both wanted to remain friends, even after the divorce but I knew that if I ever wanted to have a semblance of normality, I'd have to cut myself off from her, completely.

I looked down at my feet, a stinging, burning sensation overtook my eyes as I realized I was on the verge of losing it. I sucked it up, not wanting to alert Harper to any sudden change. I rolled my head onto the back of my neck and stared at the ceiling, relieved when the speaker announced our arrival as it sobered me quickly. Both Harper and I walked quietly to Bobst, entered the building and went to work, never removing our headphones.

This was it. The beginning of the blasted end.

Harper Callum and I walked into Bobst surrounded by the terrible unspoken words the last few weeks' had given us. Words like 'grief', heartache', and 'rejection' rolled off my back and onto the warm floor. I desperately walked faster, throwing a secret glance over my shoulder, trying to shake their relentless pursuit. The phrase 'he doesn't love you, Harper' crept down the walls, crawled over the tile, and invaded my body. It pounded against my head, making my temples throb.

We entered the elevator and hysteria crept into my throat as the doors closed. An overwhelming sense of finality hit me like a blast of freezing air as we rode the elevator to our floor, forcing me to lean against the wall for support. I almost choked on the regret pressing down on my body from all directions and just when I thought I would collapse from the weight, the doors opened and that building pressure burst through its barrier, spilling out into the stacks, relieving a bit of the panic residing in my chest.

Callum chose a few stacks in the back and I, to keep my distance, stayed to the stacks near the tables in the archives. After a few minutes, I finished most of the shelves there and moved further from him, to the stacks on the opposite side of our floor. We rarely worked like that but I wanted to be alone and, much to my dismay, he looked like he wanted the same. I stopped working for a moment to peer across the glass, over the lobby, and into the other side to watch for him. I noticed he'd sat on his haunches, scrubbing his face, before turning back to his own work.

My stomach constricted for him. I was tired. Very. I wanted Callum more than I'd ever wanted anything in my entire life because he was better than anyone I'd ever met. He genuinely cared for me. He would have given his life for me, I knew it, and my jaw clenched knowing that he just couldn't give me his heart. It was such a strange sensation knowing that someone loved you enough to die for you but not enough to fall in love with you. I shook my head at that, wondering what was so bad about me and went back to work.

After a few minutes, I could hear him approach me from behind but I was too heartbroken to turn his direction, my arms and legs too heavy to even bother. He tapped me on the shoulder and I didn't have a choice but to acknowledge him. I pulled my buds from my ears, letting them fall to the floor. I stared at the shelf in front of me, readying to see his beautiful face.

"Hello Harper," I heard, making me freeze. Tiny, electric bugs crawled up my back at the recognition of that voice. John Bell's voice. My hands begun to shake as he continued. "It's been such a long time, sweetheart."

I slowly stood up, hoping to everything Holy that Callum wouldn't glance my way. I was a goner, I knew that, but at least I could save him as long as I didn't bring him to John's attention. I turned around, ready to comply to any of his demands as long as it saved Callum. Look who's getting ready to die for someone now, Harper, I thought depressingly.

I studied John. He looked the same to me, frighteningly scary, obsessive eyes, perfectly straight white teeth in his perfectly formed face. He was an enigma. A beautiful, horrible face on a handsome, threatening body. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes.

"John," my trembling lips whispered.

He wrapped his arms around me, warm and inviting, and squeezed me to his chest. His tenderness contradicting the murderous look in his eyes. The smell of the pine cologne he'd worn even in high school swum in my nose as he pressed me into him. "Shh," he said, guiding his hands gently down my hair, "I'm here." My body shook in anticipation, waiting for it to hit me. He held me tighter and tighter and tighter until I could barely breath. Finally, his fingers bit into my shoulders and I braced myself. He slid his cheek across my own and dipped his lips to my ears. "You've really disappointed me, Harper." He shoved me against the stacks hard, knocking the breath from my lungs, making me gasp for air. There was a bent piece of the shelf near my neck and it pierced my flesh. I could feel something warm trickle down the side and into the collar of my shirt.