Colin answered after two rings. \u201cHey,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi,\u201d I said, my voice dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was wondering if you\u2019d like to come for Thanksgiving dinner. Just\u2026 talk, maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI already made plans,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh,\u201d I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. \u201cOkay.<\/p>\n
I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up and stood still for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then I went back to peeling potatoes\u2014hoping they couldn\u2019t tell I was crying.<\/p>\n
By evening, the house buzzed with warmth. The smell of turkey, sweet potatoes, and freshly baked rolls filled every room.<\/p>\n
Laughter floated from the living room where Dad was, as always, telling his favorite story about the time he tried to grill a whole turkey and nearly set the backyard on fire.<\/p>\n
Eli, my younger brother, paced near the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we eat now?\u201d he asked for the fifth time.<\/p>\n
Mom swatted at him with a dish towel. \u201cWe\u2019re waiting for your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s always late,\u201d Eli groaned, slumping into his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatience,\u201d Mom said, smoothing down the corners of the tablecloth.<\/p>\n
She\u2019d gone all out this year\u2014her best dishes, the cloth napkins folded into perfect fans, candles flickering just enough to make everything feel cozy.<\/p>\n
Then the front door opened.<\/p>\n
I looked up, expecting to see Rachel with her usual loud hello and windblown hair.<\/p>\n
And she was there.<\/p>\n
But she wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n
Colin walked in right behind her.<\/p>\n
For a second, my brain couldn\u2019t even process it. My chest went tight. My hand froze on my water glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you weren\u2019t coming,\u201d I blurted out, half-standing from my chair.<\/p>\n
He gave me a small, quiet smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I had plans.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel walked in like she hadn\u2019t just dropped a bomb on the entire table. \u201cSurprise?\u201d she said with a little laugh, taking her seat.<\/p>\n
Colin sat beside her like he belonged there.<\/p>\n
The air changed. The noise drained from the room.<\/p>\n
Dad tried to make light of it\u2014\u201cWell, guess we\u2019re calling this one Stuffing-gate!\u201d\u2014but even his voice sounded nervous.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t hear much beyond the blood rushing in my ears. I watched them share a bread roll like nothing was wrong. Whispering.<\/p>\n
Smiling.<\/p>\n
It made my stomach twist.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally, Rachel?\u201d I said sharply, my voice louder than I meant. Every fork froze mid-air.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas my boyfriend just another thing you needed to take from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smile faded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, it\u2019s not like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo? First my favorite doll, then my prom dress. And now this?\u201d I pointed toward Colin.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my sister. Doesn\u2019t that mean anything to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes burned. I stood up fast, my voice breaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what? I can\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat and walked out into the cold, leaving the warmth behind.<\/p>\n
The cold hit me fast the second I stepped outside. The warm smells of turkey and sweet rolls faded behind me, replaced by damp air and the soft hiss of rain.<\/p>\n
The sky had opened up just enough to make everything gray and heavy.<\/p>\n
A fine drizzle soaked my shoulders and hair, chilling me straight through my coat.<\/p>\n
I walked fast toward my car, heart pounding like it wanted to climb out of my chest. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip my purse.<\/p>\n
I fumbled for my keys and dropped them.<\/p>\n
They hit the wet pavement with a soft clink.<\/p>\n
I bent to pick them up, my fingers numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, wait!\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned, water dripping from my chin.<\/p>\n
Colin was jogging toward me, his hair damp, shirt sticking to his chest.<\/p>\n
His eyes were wide, mouth half-open like he\u2019d been chasing after me since I walked out the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d I snapped, clutching my keys.<\/p>\n
He stopped a few feet away, holding up his hands. \u201cIt\u2019s not what you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot what I think?\u201d I said, my voice rising.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou showed up to Thanksgiving dinner with my sister, Colin.\u00a0My sister.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t plan it to go like that,\u201d he said, catching his breath. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what else to do.<\/p>\n
I thought\u2026 maybe if you saw me with someone else, you\u2019d realize\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRealize what?\u201d I cut in. \u201cThat I still care? That I\u2019d get jealous?<\/p>\n
That it would magically fix what broke between us?\u201d<\/p>\n
His shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. It was a dumb idea.<\/p>\n
I panicked. You didn\u2019t call, and I didn\u2019t know how to reach you anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could\u2019ve just talked to me,\u201d I said. Rain ran down my face like tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cInstead, you turned it into some stupid game.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI miss you, Anna,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when Rachel offered to help, I didn\u2019t think. I just wanted you to see me again.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood there, soaked and furious, staring at the boy I loved\u2014and the mess we\u2019d both made.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really thought this would fix us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I hoped maybe\u2026 it\u2019d make you look at me one more time.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sat in the car, the rain still tapping lightly on the roof.<\/p>\n
The heater hummed softly, filling the space with warm air that fogged the windows.<\/p>\n
Everything outside was blurry now\u2014streetlights glowing like stars behind a thin layer of mist.<\/p>\n
Inside, though, it was quiet. Calm.<\/p>\n
My hands had stopped shaking. I rested them in my lap until Colin reached over and took one, his touch slow and careful, like he wasn\u2019t sure if I\u2019d let him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI messed up,\u201d he said, his voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it came from missing you. From not knowing how to fix what broke between us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him. His hair was still damp, his eyes a little red.<\/p>\n
For the first time in a long while, he looked unsure. Human. Hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI messed up too,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should\u2019ve called. I waited and waited, hoping you\u2019d be the one to reach out. I let the silence grow like it didn\u2019t bother me.<\/p>\n
But it did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded slowly, his fingers still wrapped around mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love you,\u201d he said. \u201cEven when I\u2019m an idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made me laugh, just a little.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are an idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled\u2014just the tiniest curve of his lips, but it felt like sunshine.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I love you too,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
We didn\u2019t rush anything. We just sat there, hands joined, listening to the rain and the soft hum of the heater.<\/p>\n
For once, the quiet between us didn\u2019t feel heavy.<\/p>\n
It felt like peace.<\/p>\n
After a long minute, I whispered, \u201cI should apologize to Rachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colin nodded. \u201cShe only meant to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s my sister.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s always been messy between us, but that wasn\u2019t fair. Not in front of everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019ll understand,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
I leaned my head back against the seat. The car felt warm.<\/p>\n
Safe. Like maybe we had just made it through the worst part.<\/p>\n
The storm outside had softened, and so had everything inside of me.<\/p>\n
We walked back into the house, hand in hand. My cheeks were still a little wet from the rain, and my heart beat hard but steady.<\/p>\n
The warmth of the house wrapped around us again\u2014turkey, cinnamon, candles, and all.<\/p>\n
The room went quiet the moment the door closed behind us.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked up from their plates. Mom paused in the kitchen doorway, a spoon in one hand.<\/p>\n
Eli had a roll halfway to his mouth.<\/p>\n
Rachel stood near the table, her eyes a little wide, like she wasn\u2019t sure what I\u2019d do next.<\/p>\n
I let go of Colin\u2019s hand and stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d I said, my voice soft but clear. \u201cI overreacted.<\/p>\n
That wasn\u2019t fair to you, Rachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
She blinked, then nodded. \u201cIt\u2019s okay,\u201d she said slowly. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have kept it a surprise.<\/p>\n
I just wanted to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
We hugged. It wasn\u2019t long or perfect. A little stiff, a little unsure\u2014but real.<\/p>\n
And that was enough for now.<\/p>\n
Dad clapped his hands. \u201cNow that we\u2019ve cleared the air\u2014can we please eat before Eli starts chewing the table?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eli groaned. \u201cI was just holding it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laughter bubbled around the table, light and easy.<\/p>\n
Colin and I sat back down\u2014this time, side by side.<\/p>\n
He reached under the table and gently took my hand again.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t pull away.<\/p>\n
Mom caught my eye and gave me a little wink, then went back to slicing pie.<\/p>\n
And in that moment, I felt it\u2014peace.<\/p>\n
Sometimes we mess up. Sometimes we hurt each other without meaning to. But when we talk\u2014really talk\u2014we give ourselves the chance to heal.<\/p>\n
Silence can feel safer, but it\u2019s what builds the walls.<\/p>\n
So we keep showing up.<\/p>\n
We keep speaking, even when it\u2019s hard.<\/p>\n
We keep coming back to the table.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
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