Enter Nick, who is 22. Living in a seperate state, not too far away, she wonders if she should call him. His silhouette is branded in her mind. His cologne and the smell of alcohol trigger a distant memory.
She was a child and he was a child. And they did things children do. And all around them people are laughing, music from a guitar fills her ears. It seems they are having a party. And she is running around in a cotton Bugs Bunny t-shirt, much too big for her three-year-old body,he is sitting underneath a table hushing her. They are playing hide-and-seek and he doesn't want her to give away his position.
She wakes up in his embrace. She struggles to recall more from her memory about him. She remembers one single day, coming home from the store with her mother. It was dark outside...she could remember that. They were all laughing about something, her mother and she. As they walked through the door her father greets them and urges them into silence.
"Shhhh. Nickholous is sleeping in the other room."
NoNickholous registers to the girl. Hermother smiles.After the girl questions her mother, she finds out it is her brother, who she has not seen in at least eight years. And in the morning he would wake, and give them hugs and disappear.
And now he is here again, holding her. And she questions her joy. Tries to put it away and make it stop being so happy. Because it hurt to have her hopes crushed, and surely he would do so again. Like all the times before. And though she knows that it wasn't completely the fault of Nick, she is still trying to be skeptical. She isn't sure if she can handle it again.
And now she sits in a room, three days later, with his number. She stares at his name, the last of which he shares with her father. Her name. A part of her. And now she can't move.