For Brooke and Morgan, this is a very difficult day. The weekend has been blissful—nearly four full days of re-learning one another, of seeing how the other has altered in however small ways, seeing new beauty in one another. It was beautiful, and a joy to be with them. And now it is over.
They were lying together in the afternoon sunlight coming through Brooke’s window, fully dressed, their heads together on Brooke’s pillow. Brooke’s suitcase was sitting next to the door, ready to be picked up and returned to the airport with her in an hour’s time.
“I slept in here for a while, you know,” Morgan said, running a fingertip down the side of Brooke’s face. “I just wasn’t getting any sleep in my own bed. I missed you too much.”
Brooke, who had been staring at the ceiling, turned her eyes to Morgan. “I hate that it might be like that again for you.”
Morgan smiled. “If it is, it was worth it.” She bent to kiss Brooke gently.
Brooke returned the kiss, but her heart wasn’t in it, and soon enough Morgan pulled back again, a question in her eyes.
Brooke sighed. “It’s going to be harder now,” she said. “I don’t get to see you again until November.”
“It’s just about the same length of time as it has been from July to now,” Morgan pointed out.
“I know, but then I was coming off of an unlimited time spent with you,” Brooke said. She sat up and turned to put an arm over Morgan, looking wistfully down at her face. “Now I’m going back to a routine without you in it, and it’ll start to feel like the normal. I don’t like that.”
Morgan took Brooke’s hand. “But now we’re closer to the end of this than we were before.”
“Doesn’t feel like it.” Shaking her head, she spun around and slid off the bed, reaching for her boots.
Morgan was puzzled by this feeling, and so was I. Brooke’s aura was murky, filled with sorrow and a hopelessness that I could not explain. Where was this despondency coming from? It seemed like something more than just having to separate from Morgan again. They have been doing very well, after all.
At my nudging, Morgan clambered over the bed after Brooke. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Immediately, with such speed that I was astonished, Brooke’s aura closed in on herself. She turned with a smile and kissed Morgan. “I’m just going to miss you so much.”
There was more to it, I am sure, but Morgan was disarmed by the smile and the kiss, and so the conversation ended there. I remained until they got into a taxi to go to the airport, but the topic did not come up again, and I didn’t see those feelings again in Brooke’s aura.
I’m worried. I haven’t seen anything that might have led to this line of thinking for Brooke, but that is likely from my negligence rather than from the possibility that it was not there. Such feelings do not come out of nowhere. I will have to be more attentive to her in the next few weeks, to see what she might be hiding even from herself.