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The Most Difficult Thing

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2019
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‘Cool.’ I nodded, working to suppress my jealousy as a cube of ice slipped down the back of my throat.

By the time Meg arrived, followed by a stream of faces I didn’t recognise from campus, David had already bought three rounds, insisting he was closer to the bar whenever I made a half-hearted attempt to stand. The moon hovered precariously above the water as we made our way along the beach, hours later, towards Concorde 2.

‘Have you seen LCD Soundsystem live before?’ David asked, holding back as Meg and some of the others took off their shoes, screaming with laughter as they waded through the low waves, their voices drowned out by the thrashing beats as we approached the club.

The temperature had dropped dramatically and I felt ripples moving across my arms and legs as I pushed my hands into the pockets of my shorts. David at once started to unzip his hoodie.

‘Take this.’ His eyes worked hard to hold mine as I went to take the sweater. His mouth opened to speak but then Meg appeared, her wet clothes clinging to her skinny frame. Without saying anything, she laughed, tugging the hoodie from his fingers and wrapping it around her.

‘Jesus, Meg,’ the disapproval in my laughter was laced with awe, my envy of her total lack of inhibition so potent that I could almost taste it.

Even as I pushed open the door to Meg’s room, the rumble of Camden High Street clattering through the glass, I knew she was already gone. Even before my eyes adjusted to the light, to the empty wardrobe, the bed stripped bare.

‘Meg, where are you? You can’t do this. You have to call me. Please.’

My mouth pressed against the phone, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Harry’s number went straight to voicemail. The urge to run to his flat might have been overwhelming if I had not already known what a false move it would be. As he said himself, he was hardly ever there, his freelance investigative career taking him off in far-flung directions that he refused to discuss. Besides, from the time we had spent together, it was clear he did not respond well to being needed, always preferring to be the one to give chase.

Without Meg, the flat was too big and yet the walls seemed to press in on me, her absence everywhere I looked.

Outside, Camden Town was a drizzling sky, illuminated grey pavements, Saturday night drinkers passing by in a sea of strangled faces, their corners smudged.

I pulled out my phone. Other than work, there were four numbers in my past calls list. Harry, Meg, Mum, David.

Leaning my back against the wall to steady myself, I pressed ‘call’.

He answered after two rings. ‘Anna? What time is it …’

‘Hi.’ My voice broke then.

‘What’s wrong?’ I could feel him freeze whatever he was doing, his attention, as always, focused on me.

‘It’s Meg …’ The words caught in my throat.

‘Where are you?’

‘I don’t know what to—’

‘Anna, just tell me where you are and I’ll be there in a minute, just tell me …’

‘I …’ But the words wouldn’t come; the lights on the street were too bright, a blast of noise exploding from inside the Irish bar along the high street as the doors swung open.

David’s voice was calm and firm at the end of the line. ‘OK, look, just jump in a cab, OK? Find a taxi, I’ll stay on the line. Come to the house, I’m waiting. Everything’s going to be all right.’

Compared to the last time I had seen it, the wide entrance hall felt eerily devoid of life. As I stepped inside, the air lightly hummed with the smell of stale booze and stale bodies.

‘Sorry about the mess.’ David led me through the hallway, scooping up half-drunk glasses as he went, placing them on the kitchen table.

‘Can I get you a drink?’

He moved to the fridge, his hair flattened on one side from where he must have slept. When he turned, he was holding two bottles of beer. ‘There’s not much else. I could pop out to the shop.’

I shook my head, gratefully accepting the drink, wondering for a moment how he could live like this while holding down a job in the City.

‘What is going on?’

He leaned back against the table as I took a sip of beer.

‘Meg’s gone.’

He moved onto the other foot, ‘What do you mean, gone?’

‘She’s gone. Taken all her things. She said something about a job in Bristol this morning and then when I got home after work, she had cleared out.’

‘She can’t have done.’

‘She left a note.’

‘What did it say?’

‘Nothing. “Take care of yourself.” I just don’t fucking get it – why would she just leave?’ I raised the bottle to my lips again, the glass knocking against my tooth.

‘You’ve tried calling her? I’ll try now …’

He walked into the living room, the phone pressed against his ear, and I followed. There was something mausoleum-like about the inside of the house, like a set of family life, frozen in time. Framed pictures of David as a baby were neatly scattered across the surfaces of a huge pine dresser. Heavy woven rugs, William Morris curtains, an oil painting hanging above the fireplace.

‘It’s going to voicemail.’

‘Where is that?’ I was transfixed by a painting hanging above the fireplace, dusty strokes of blues and rusty greens.

‘That is the view from my parents’ house in Greece when they first bought it. It was just a shack really.’ He spoke as if to himself.

‘It’s beautiful.’

‘My mum fell in love with it, she did loads of these after we first moved in. For a while …’

‘Your mother painted this?’

‘That’s how they met. My mum grew up on the island and when she was in her early twenties she used to have a stall at the top of the village, selling her paintings. Dad was on holiday, stumbled upon her shop and …’

The thought of Meg popped back into my mind and I shook my head.

‘She said I have to move out, unless I can cover the rent on my own, which obviously I can’t …’

Pushing his phone back into his pocket, David looked at me.

‘Move in here.’ He said it straight away, as if the sounds had been poised on his lips all his life.
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