Jeremy And Alice Monologue

April
It was a cold Sunday afternoon when we spoke. The church was empty and we were alone as we sat on the cobblestone steps before the entrance, our uneven breaths singing an unlikely duet. Jeremy asked me to meet him today, and it had been the most words we had exchanged since we met three weeks ago. I surprised myself by showing up.
“I have been thinking about this for a very long time.” He whispered, soft but certain. I was equally eager and nervous about the words that would spill from his lips.
It was only drizzling, but his feelings poured like rain and I was wet and drowning. My lips moved and quivered but his brown eyes were steady and I held his gaze like my life depended on it. “Alice,” He closed his eyes for a minute and then, “Alice, I like you.” My ears felt hot against the wind. He looked away and I was glad he did.
“And it might seem too rushed and too
The chilly midnight air was nothing to the coldness of his voice, and I caught its edge as he spat those words. He sliced open a part in my heart that I didn’t realize I had. He looked somewhat apologetic for a little bit before looking away. He knew I hated being pitied. It made me feel worse about myself.
“I was — to be honest, I don’t know why,” I replied, shrugging off his icy demeanor. It was true. It had been a month and it didn’t occur to me why I didn’t want to tell him. He was my best friend. He and his father helped me when my mother died. They took me in and literally changed my life. It didn’t mean I owed him my business but it wasn’t nice of me to keep from him that significant development in my story. He always wanted to know what’s going on in my head.
“Maybe you thought I wouldn’t approve of him,” He supplied, his eyes straight toward the rusty seesaw. I pulled my sleeves down to my wrists. He was being unfair. “Maybe in your subconscious you knew that I don’t— that I wouldn’t like