We're the beginning of the end
Drusilla had been in New York City for well over a month now, probably closer to two months if she let her eyes stray to the calendar. She'd already begun classes for this semester, already settled in at the new office she was managing. People had come to recognize her, to greet her every day with professional smiles and wish her well in class in the evenings. She her her routines down pat, knew how to get from here to there in Manhattan, at the very least. She was a quick study, she always had been, but she slept so little that it lent her a great deal of time to get to know the area. That and she spent any free time she had obsessively articulating her twin brother's whereabouts. She'd invested in a police scanner early on, always listening for strange deaths and always showing up when the medical examiner was called. Dexter was the youngest medical examiner in the city and likely one of the most talented. It was more than just pride for her brother speaking, it was confidence in his ability. He was brilliant, she knew because she had grown up alongside him, knew him like no one else ever could. He put so many others in his field to shame.
This evening she'd done as she did on many others, made her way to the latest crime scene, intent upon catching a glimpse of her mirror image beyond the yellow tape. She'd been playing with the idea of letting him see her for weeks, but had yet to do so. She still wasn't sure how she'd receive him. They hadn't spoken in weeks, an emptiness that clung to her heart having settled within her that only he could fill. They had spent so much time together over the years and his sudden departure from their home some months ago still haunted her. He'd left without even so much as a good bye and though they had been in contact several times, he'd never given much in the way of an explanation. The fact that he'd been able to leave her behind was something that drove her to the brink of insanity, so many unanswered questions left in his wake. She was hurt and angry and thus far, had stayed away only because she feared what she might do if she let her emotions run out of control. She'd come to find she could cause grievous amounts of pain in people with only the mere thought of it. It would be a lie if she had said she hadn't thought of hurting her brother, of twisting him up and making him scream her name, but the thought always brought with it horror. So little brought her that emotion, she'd lived through so much horror, but the thought of hurting Dexter, no matter how angry she was, frightened her. She didn't want to risk it, didn't want to risk permanently maiming him if she lost control.
She'd been lingering behind several people, sunglasses in her hand. She usually came out with a hat on, but she'd forgotten it back at the apartment. She had the sunglasses, but she'd removed them when she'd seen him. His hair, the exact same shade as her own, was dulled by the lens and she found that she wanted to see him, to really see
him. She'd been watching him from afar for so long, always stepping out of the way when he turned to glance behind him. She hadn't seen his eyes in months, hadn't held him in longer. Drusilla wanted to hear his voice, hear her name on his lips, feel his hands on her skin, run her fingers through his hair.
She froze when their eyes met. She hadn't consciously made the decision to be seen by him, but he'd found her none the less. Her expression never changed, it remain neutral even as he gave her the briefest of nods in acknowledgement. At least he'd done that much. She a fraction of a second she'd thought perhaps he would turn his head and ignore her.
She'd escaped the area then, fleeing even though she wanted nothing more than to stay. A few moments later and a message came across her phone. It was Dexter, advising her to meet him a Gapstow Bridge in Central Park at dawn. She should have anticipated this, but her breath hitched in her throat anyway. She'd texted back an affirmative, but little more. He was busy and she didn't want to be peering at her phone all night waiting for an answer that would probably never come.
She hadn't slept at all and she was glad she didn't work later in the morning. The sun hadn't yet peeked over the horizon, but she was at the bridge already. The park was quiet, though on her way through she'd passed a few early morning joggers. The air was crisp, a chill on the breeze that caused her to shiver as it swept through her. She wore a thigh length jacket, smartly tied at her waist. Her hair was plaited down her back and her hands were tucked into the front pockets of the jacket, away from the cold. She was turned, peering down at the water the bridge crossed, specifically keeping her eyes from straying, from watching for him. She didn't want to be the first to catch sight of him, of running the risk of embarrassing herself and running to him and throwing herself into his arms. No, there was a change between the twins, one she hadn't noticed until he'd left her. There was a gap, one she desperately hoped they could bridge, but her heart was far too vulnerable to him in the mean time.
She narrowed her eyes at the water, chewing her bottom lip as she waited. Her fingernails bit into her palms, Drusilla fisting her hands inside her pockets over and over again to try and distract herself from thinking of him. What would he say? What would she
say? She took a breath, steadying herself. Whatever happened, she'd not lose her temper. She couldn't afford the damage such a thing might entail. She closed her eyes, listening for steps near her even though she told herself she wasn't. The sun was just about to rise.
☢ DEXTER A. HALLIWELL ☢