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Someday (Every Day #3)
Author: David Levithan

 

RHIANNON


   Every time the doorbell rings, I think it might be A. Every time someone looks at me for a beat too long. Every time a message arrives in my inbox. Every time the phone displays a number I don’t know. For a second or two, I fool myself into believing.

   It’s hard to remember someone when you don’t know what they look like. Because A changes from day to day, it’s impossible to choose a memory and have it mean more than that single day. No matter how I picture A, it’s not going to be what A looks like now. I remember A as a boy and as a girl, as tall and short, skin and hair all different colors. A blur. But the blur takes the shape of how A made me feel, and that may be the most accurate shape of all.

   A has been gone a month. I should be used to it. But how can there be any separation when A is in so many of my thoughts? Isn’t that as close as you can get to another person, to have them constantly inside your head?

   As I’m thinking all these things, feeling all these things, I can’t let any of them show. Look at me and you will see: A girl who has finally buried the remains of her last bad relationship. A girl with a great new boyfriend. A girl with friends who support her and a family that isn’t more annoying than any other family. You will not see anything missing—you will not sense the part of her that’s been left inside someone else. Maybe if you look into her eyes long enough and know what to look for. But the point is: The person who knew how to look at me like that is gone.

       My boyfriend, Alexander, knows there’s something I’m not telling him, but he’s not the kind of guy who wants to know everything. He gives me space. He tells me it’s fine to take things slow. I can tell that he’s fallen for me, that he really wants this to work. I want it to work, too.

   But I also want A.

   Even if we can’t be together. Even if we’re no longer near each other. Even if all I get is a hello, and not even a how are you?—I want to know where A is, and that A thinks of me at least some of the time. Even if it means nothing now, I want to know it meant something once.

 

* * *

 

   —

   The doorbell rings. I am the only one home. My thoughts race to A—I allow myself to picture the stranger at the door who isn’t really a stranger. I imagine the light in his eyes, or maybe her eyes. I imagine A saying a solution has been found, a way has been devised to stay in the same body for longer than a single day without hurting anyone.

   “Coming!” I yell out. I’m stupidly nervous as I get to the door and throw it open.

   The boy I find there is familiar, but at first I don’t recognize him.

   “Are you Rhiannon?” he asks.

   As I nod, I’m realizing who he is.

   “Nathan?” I say.

   Now he’s surprised, too.

   “I know you, don’t I?” he asks.

   I answer honestly. “It depends on what you remember.”

   I know this is dangerous ground. Nathan is not supposed to remember the day that A was in his body, borrowing his life. He is not supposed to remember the way he and I danced in a basement, or anything that happened after.

       “It was your name,” he says. “I kept thinking your name. Like when you wake up from a dream and there’s only one part you can remember? That’s what your name was. So I went online and checked out all the Rhiannons who live near me. When I saw your picture…I felt like I’d seen you before. But I couldn’t remember where or when.” His hands are starting to shake. “What happened? If you have any idea what I’m talking about, can you please tell me what happened? I only have pieces….”

   What kind of rational person would ever believe the truth? Who wouldn’t laugh when someone tells them it’s possible to move from one body to another? That’s how I reacted at first.

   The only reason I stopped being rational was because something irrational happened to me. And I knew it.

   I can see that Nathan knows it, too. Still, I warn him, “You’re not going to believe me.”

   “You’d be amazed at what I can believe at this point,” he replies.

   I know I need to be careful. I know there’s no going back once the story is out. I know he might not be trustworthy.

   But A is gone. A can’t be hurt by this. And I…I need to tell someone. I need to share this with someone who at least partly deserves to hear it.

   So I let Nathan in. I sit him down.

   I tell him as much of the truth as I can.

 

 

NATHAN


   By my calculations, if you live to be eighty years old, you end up being alive for 29,220 days. And you’re likely to live much longer than those 29,220 days.

   So one day shouldn’t matter.

   Especially if it’s a day you can’t remember. I mean, I have plenty of days I can’t remember. Most days are days I can’t remember, once I get a month or two away from them.

   What was I up to on October 29th? Or September 7th? Well, I guess I woke up at home. I went to school. I saw my friends. I imagine I ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner, though I couldn’t tell you any of the more intimate details.

   Most of our memory is based on educated guesswork. And our memory loses days all the time.

   But it’s weirder and scarier if it’s a day you lose as it’s happening. A day when you wake up the next morning and have no idea where you’ve been or what you’ve done. A day that’s a total blank.

   When you have a day like that, it’s a hole in your life, and as much as you’re trying to pretend it’s not there, you can’t help but poke it, probe it. Because even though it’s empty, you can still feel something when you touch its sides.

   I woke up on the side of the road.

   Passed out, the police said.

   Drunk, they thought. Then they tested and saw I wasn’t.

       Out too late, they said. When they brought me home, they told my parents I needed to watch myself.

   But I don’t drink. I don’t stay out late.

   It didn’t make any sense.

   It was like I’d been possessed. And soon that was the story.

   The devil made me do it.

   Only in this case, the devil had an email address. And when I emailed him, he swore he wasn’t the devil.

   It got really weird. This reverend got involved. Talked to my parents about killing my demons. I wanted to believe him, because it’s easier to believe that an empty space is an evil space. We don’t want to be helpless, so we create things to fight. Only my fight never got started. I stopped believing the reverend after he began to act like he was the evil one, luring this girl to my house and attacking her. He didn’t even explain himself after I helped her escape. He said he’d needed to talk to her. Then he was gone.

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