It started snowing again. "Lydia was right. It does have a pattern", Ryan said to himself. He was driving Lydia home and noticed that she was busy looking up something in her phone. He really wanted her to think about something other than Owen but it was difficult to not think about him when the snow everywhere on the way back home was a constant reminder that something wasn't right. After waiting a while for her to put her phone away, he finally decided to break the silence.
"I met Timothée today", Ryan said as he took the final turn towards their house. They both lived on the same streets in the adjacent houses.
"I met him too", Lydia said still scrolling down her screen.
Ryan: You met him! Where?
Lydia: In the library.
Ryan: And? Hey can you please just put that stupid phone away for a minute. I am trying to have a conversation here.
"Sorry. What were you saying?", Lydia said as she kept the phone on the dashboard.
Ryan looked at her dead in the eye.
Lydia: Okay, fine! I was sitting in the library. He saw me and came to say hi. We catched up a little.
Ryan: He remembers you too! What did you guys talked about?
Lydia: He said that he was happy to see me there, that I got into my dream college. I asked him what he was doing there. He told me that he was a student too. I asked him why haven't I seen him there before. He said that he was on a medical break. He got injured during his soccer practice right before he got his acceptance letter from school and now he is here to catch up on what he missed before the finals. I said, "see you around then". He nodded, smiled and left. That was it.
Ryan: Oh, that's not good, is it? If he is a student, I'll see him again.
Lydia: I thought you wanted to see him again.
Ryan: yaah! Two years ago. Not now.
Lydia: but why?
Ryan: Lyds, I saw him today. I couldn't even stand straight in front of that guy. Leave alone talking. Plus, I think I kinda already ruined it. Leave it. I don't want to think about it right now.
They reached home. Ryan parked the car in front of Lydia's house. They got out of the car and Ryan helped her get up to her room. Lydia sat on her bed and took her shoes off.
"Get your feet up", Ryan said and pulled the sheets over her. He sat down on the bed and placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
Ryan: At least, the fever is gone today. I'll be downstairs looking up your stupid books about that other world's history. Call me if you need anything. And please just get some sleep, okay?
Lydia nodded. Ryan got up and asked her for her phone.
"My phone? Why do you need my phone?", Lydia asked with a confused face.
Ryan: Because, I don't trust you. I might have gotten you away from those books but I know you. You'll just start looking something up on your damn phone. So, come on. Give it to me.
"Idjit!", Lydia said with a faint smile on her face and gave him her phone.
"Hey Ryan. When was the last time you went to see Dr. Thomas?", Lydia asked him as he was about to leave.
Ryan: My therapist? Umm, a week ago. I told you before I left, don't you remember?
Lydia: I do remember that. But it's funny. You know, I called him today before leaving for the library. He said that you have been missing your appointments with him from last 3 weeks. What were you thinking?
Ryan: You called him? Where did you got his number?
Lydia: I took it from your phone when we had last sleepover at your place. And don't try to change the topic. I am serious Ryan.
Ryan: I know. I'm sorry.
Lydia: where did you go last week then if not to see him?
Ryan was freakishly silent.
Lydia: Please say you didn't went looking for Owen.
Ryan: What? No! God no. I went to the cemetery, to see Dylan.
Lydia kept looking at him, waiting for him to explain his carelessness. She was even trying to figure out the right thing to say to him if he doesn't speak up. After an awkward silence of about a minute, Lydia was about to speak up but Ryan beat her up to it.
Ryan: Look, you don't have to tell me that Dylan would have wanted me to take care of my health because I already know that. I know that I can't just keep using him as an excuse for everything but I feel like I am suffocating everytime I am sitting in that office, thinking about all the good memories because it just makes me miss him even more. I don't know if therapy is what I need right now or if it's even helping me but I promise that I won't miss another session. I'll ask Dr. Thomas to reschedule the session next week.
Lydia: Umm, I already did that. You have an appointment with him tomorrow, after school and I'm coming with you this time and next time and the week after that and the week after that. I can keep saying it for another 5 minutes.
"No, I got it. But you really don't have to do this", Ryan said with a smile on his face.
Lydia: I wasn't asking.
Ryan: Aye aye caption!
Lydia: come on. Now sail away sailor. I need to sleep.
"Sure thing", Ryan said and left the room. He came downstairs, sat on the couch and picked up a book from the table. Lydia had been crazy obsessed with finding out some answers that she didn't even bothered to place the books back in their place. They were all just lying here and there. Some were on her bedside table, some were on the guest room bed, and a whole bunch of them in the living room table. Gosh! They were everywhere. It made Ryan's head spin since he was not a huge fan of history. He simply followed the moto, "let bygones be bygones" but he still tried reading some of it for her.
Ryan: What the hell is an Alferaeo centurae? Is that a centaur? I am not sure if I even want to find out. Manticore! Are they even real? I can't do this. I need a break. God Lyds, how can you even read all this nonsense for hours?