a few easier breaths
“You don’t have to let that one thing
be the thing that defines you.”
― Jojo Moyes, After you
My gaze lifts to the lazy sky, only a few clouds disturbing the perfect blue as they glide at a steady pace over my head. The wind on top of the hill blows my hair in different directions as I look up at him, the view of a small pond stretching faintly in the distance behind him. He’s shaking his head a bit but smiling. My fingers automatically wrap around a paper cup filled with hot chocolate, and ridiculous tiny marshmallows right to the brim.
We could have picked a restaurant, you know? Somewhere warm and without drafts.
My face grimaces a bit as it’s not the first time that he has said that since we got our food and drinks. My shoulders shrug as my gaze slowly shifts to a medium-size pizza box with a bunch of toppings that could suffice an army. It’s lying between us on a beaten up picnic table, keeping company with the other empty calories slushing lightly in our cups.
I’m low maintenance, enjoy it.
The tone of your voice suggests that I forced you into this.
I look up from my sweet hot heaven and watch as he lifts his eyebrow slowly, eyeing me amused.
Oh no, don’t get me wrong. I never pass on the chance of a meal that I don’t have to actually pay for.
Then?
I didn’t feel like doing anything fancy.
You mean with the privilege and luxury of four walls?
Exactly, you get me.
I nod once, and take a big sip, trying not to make a face when my own greediness burns my tongue.
Nora.
It’s just another day in the year, Charlie. Nothing special.
Nothing special, with everything else going on in your life?
Yes, and no.
A low sigh escapes my throat as my thumb moves against the corner of the table, some small part of my brain wondering if I will stumble on a splinter. Any distraction from myself was highly welcomed.
I have never been a fan of the day, and now, I see even less point for any celebrations. You know?
I think I can understand that.
Do you like it?
I gaze at him from the side, fingernail scraping against the not yet opened pizza box. Somehow, I always had a need to do something with my hands while talking to people, a simple way of gathering up my messy thoughts.
Do I like what?
Birthdays, I bet you do.
I won’t deny it, I rather enjoy them as it’s a good opportunity to spend some time with my family and those close to me.
There is sudden silence after the last words, so I look up, finding him gazing to the side for a moment, deep in thought.
I often forget to make time just for me, with all the work and responsibilities I have, it can be challenging. Sometimes I get lost in the cluster of it all.
And on that day...
I make the time.
He looks back at me and gives me a warm smile that seems to make the faded Autumn sunshine a bit brighter. I return his smile, not being able to help it. He opens the box and takes out a slice of pizza and hands it to me. My eyebrow lifts automatically.
It’s a peace offering.
I didn’t realize we were in a state of war.
I take a slice from him and bite into it, sensing something but somehow not being bothered that much.
Some questions still need to be answered. It seems that you were willing to share some of those with me.
Charlie.
It’s been a few days.
Slowly, I put down the food, and wipe my hands against the legs of my jeans, not really caring for subtleties.
Yes, I know. There is just so much that has been happening, I didn’t have a chance to stop and think properly about all of this.
Nora, you already know your story, and it’s time I heard it too, or at least whatever you will share with me. Come on, I’m a pretty decent guy. Have a little faith.
My eyes shift as I gaze around slowly, taking in the surroundings and the few people that decided to use a first sunny day in a while.
I wish I could explain it all to you, but at times I have a hard time keeping up with all of it. Charlie, you found yourself a faulty model to look after. One that is most likely not repairable.
I never thought you were broken in the first place, just a bit battered and misplaced. Tell me what happened?
My body shifts as the words fall out of me with heaviness like a pile of rubble. I almost feel the dust in my mouth, tiny rocks crunching under my teeth.
I caused harm to someone, and now I am paying for it. And I’m paying for it more than the rest because I was at the wrong time and the wrong place.
What kind of harm?
He asks gently. My eyes lift and follow his, searching for something that would help me make some form of a decision, but everything in me seems to be still conflicted. It was an accident, just tell him. You know that you can trust him. Try. But suddenly my back straightens.
Life-changing harm. One that I will never forgive myself. I don’t even mind the punishment. I deserve it.
He looks at me for a while. The only fade sounds that break through are the ones blended in the background. Finally, he reaches out and takes my hand over the table. His touch is still warm, even if every cell in my body seems to be frozen for eternity. Those blue eyes of his, as if deep oceans upon a resting tempest. They seem to reach to the deepest parts of me that I never wanted to touch before.
Nora... no one deserves the things you are going through. No one. Do you hear me?
His fingers move against my skin, and I’m just not sure what to say or do. Lost in my broken in-betweens.
Maybe not in such a way exactly.
I say, as a peace offering of my own, a small part of me knowing that he’s probably right. I’m just so deep in all of this that an escape seems impossible to me. He nods once and gazes at me, his hand moving back, arms crossing as he ponders about something.
What more can you tell me?
Not much for now...
I catch his gaze and stop myself.
There might be some people looking for me, but that’s okay. I know they will come, no matter what I do.
What people?
I play with the side of the box again, weighing my words.
Two people, waiting for the penny to finally drop.
Explain, please.
I owe them. I owe those men my redemption or my demise. Whichever will come first.
My head tilts a bit as I look at him, the sun’s rays playing softly with his features.
But don’t worry. It’s just the way it was meant to be.
And you believe in that?
His voice stumbles a bit, unknown emotions to me, filling his tones.
I didn’t use to. But now, I can’t seem to see it any other way.
There is some heavy silence in the air for a while as none of us dares to speak, then finally I hear him take a steady breath.
Maybe for now... we should just enjoy your day?
He offers, and the corners of my lips lift slowly, a slight smile blooming.
Raincheck then?
Definitely, yes.
He smiles back, and I shrug my shoulders, going for my casual vibe.
Good, because I have other things to attend to later, anyway.
Are you just saying that to get more free food out of me?
He lifts an eyebrow, and I just shrug again.
Not this time but beware because that option is coming for sure.
Despite my thin wallet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It takes an enormous effort from me not to roll my eyes as I bite into the pizza, stomach rumbling as always. My eyes wander to his hand as it moves across the table and taps a place next to a tiny square-shaped package. It’s covered with brown paper and a simple beige string.
So, are you going to open it, or are you just planning on leaving the elephant in the room between us?
I’m debating.
Well, it’s a gift. It’s meant to be opened.
It’s not a gift. It’s a sentiment.
He looks at me questioningly, and I suddenly feel tired by it all. My situation, my issues, and the drama that I caused, and that affects the people that cared about me. But I continue, despite my body tensing and wanting to hide back into my worn-out and battered shell.
It doesn’t matter, I already know what’s in it.
Can I see it?
I take the package and hand it to him and then shrug.
If it amuses you.
He gives me a crooked smile and carefully opens it, untangling the perfect bow on the string and slowly removing the paper. He opens the plane paper box and scrunches his eyebrows, at first not understanding what he’s looking at. Then his expression brightens as he pulls out the contents delicately. It’s a small blue origami bird that hangs on a thin strand, made with the most excellent precision. He smiles and hands it to me as if it's made of the most fragile of glass, I take it, and gaze at it with caution.
What’s the story behind this?
I told you. It’s a sentiment.
Please?
I slowly exhale and nod.
It’s something I used to do with my mother, something we shared, just the two of us. Even though I fought her on everything else.
Wait, you can do those too?
He blinks surprised, and I shrug.
Yes, apparently, it’s one of those few nonsense things that I’m good at. Who knows, maybe if I cared more as a child, I might even be able to play the piano to you. Think of it, an entertaining way to show the people how good I am at making a spectacle of everything.
His eyebrows lift even higher.
You are just full of surprises, aren’t you?
I hear amazement and approval in his voice, and don’t’ know exactly what to do with it, not being used to such reactions.
No, I’m full of myself. There’s a difference.
He makes a face and takes another slice of the pizza, peaceful silence filling us as we eat without rush, just hanging out and enjoying the sunny afternoon. My eyes wander off to the little blue bird, trying not to fall into any kind of nostalgia. It was not something I was not willing to do yet. At least she remembered and still cares. The thought slips in even though I try to block it without much success. What was interesting was that the gift came in delayed today, just as I had plans to talk about her with someone. Coincidence? No such things as coincidence, darling, and you know it. I shake my head and smile at him, putting the gift away and deciding to actually enjoy my overdue birthday feast a bit. Why not, after all? Even sinners need to eat sometimes.
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A few hours later. The hospital.
I walk into her room and smile slowly as I watch her attitude slip out of her, even when there is no one around, a closed book lying on the bed as she types something on the phone with lightspeed fury action. I tap on the door frame to catch some attention.
Hey, minor.
Hey there, personalized stalker.
My eyebrows scrunch together tightly.
I did it one time. And you’re not going to let go of it, are you?
Don’t bet money on it.
I rather buy a burger.
Morgan sends me a disgusted look.
Those things are really unhealthy, they raise your blood pressure and clog your arteries. All fat, and chemistry.
You’re just saying that because nobody lets you eat it.
I untangle my bag and plonk on her bed.
You have no manners or a heart.
All true, did you download my file from the CIA?
No, found it all on the “theloosergoesbyhimself. com”.
Pretends that she’s got some humor, good for you.
She shakes her head at me, judging me without any hesitation. I wonder why I’m the one that always ends up acting like the spoiled teenager in the room. Well, probably to balance out the universe, by being the biggest, black hole around. I smirk at her.
Don’t be so judgey, people might think it’s true.
Let them think what they want, I don’t care anymore.
I stare at her for a moment, calculating something.
I went to my mum last week, gave her some of the pictures I took of you. All big size and glamorous.
Her eyes shoot up as her gaze digs deep into mine.
You did what?!
Relax, it was just my mum, a sort of late birthday gift. No worries, there is a possibility she threw it away... though, who knows. Maybe I’m not the worst child imaginable.
I was on the pictures, what if she starts to show it around, how will I explain it if someone finds out?
I wave a hand her, dismissingly.
Not a problem, they will probably stay in a drawer or the attic somewhere.
Why?
Her tone changes a bit, and I glance at her. The weight in my chest seems to deepen a bit, but I ignore it.
She’s too afraid to show them to him because then she would have to admit that I came over, and that’s bad for my father’s “condition”.
Why?
She asks again, and the question turns into a whisper. She’s grown curious.
You already know me well enough to know what I’m about. The phrase “bad news” is a compliment here.
Do you think she will tell your dad eventually?
My stare moves to the window, and then I sigh slowly, deflating a bit like a balloon.
Maybe, when it’s all over.
I feel delicate fingers wrap around my hand, the skin feels both cold and warm to me. My head shifts in her direction, her stare both serious and gentle.
You don’t believe that you’ll get out of this.
It’s not a question.
No, I don’t. But I got here and now. That’s something.
She nods again. Her thumb, rubbing the inside of my hand while she ponders about something.
Why did you tell me about that visit and the pictures that you gave to your mum?
My fingers slip out of hers slowly- having a limited timing and tolerance for human affections - but she doesn’t seem to mind, her arms crossing over her chest.
Because I knew you would judge me openly, on full display. No pretenses or pity talk and I needed to tell someone, or else I might start to wonder if it really happened.
My lungs lift and drop as I say it, the action seems hollow, but I’m used to it.
This disease has many limitations, and one of its “perks” is questioning your own insanity daily.
She nods again and leans against the pillows, searching for something on her phone.
I found this one yesterday.
She hands me an earplug - the hospital was strict about making too much noise around other patients. Personally, I thought she was just showing off when I met her. The first tones play out, and I listen with interest.
You could still be
What you want to
What you said you were
When I met you
I stare at her hazel eyes, a bit surprised. She looks like she is analyzing my reaction - the lyrics invading my mind.
You’ve got a warm heart
You’ve got a beautiful brain
But it’s disintegrating
From all the medicine
From all the medicine
From all the medicine
Medicine
How do you know this song?
She shrugs.
Like I said before, found it yesterday. But it’s good, right?
Yes, it’s something. Didn’t realize you were a fan of Daughter*?
Music is music, and I like what I like. No limitations.
I’ll give you points for that.
I gaze at her and give her back the headphone, my mind deep in many thoughts, but none of them making the podium. I notice her putting up the volume so I can hear the song anyway. Stubborn creature, just like me.
Why that song?
She shrugs nonchalantly.
Just felt it would stick to you.
My eyebrows lift a bit and then I just shrug. Despite the age difference and a contradicting approach to life, we seemed to get along somehow. Almost gravitating to each other, maybe we shared some broken parts that for some unknown reasons matched. Or maybe it was just the moody and sarcastic behavior that let us be in the same room for more than five minutes at a time.
She actually sent me a gift for my... special day.
Morgan looks up at me, a bit distracted from song ringing in her ears.
Who, your mum?
Yes, something that she has been giving me every year when I was a child. It’s been a very long time since that happened last.
I roam around in my bag and pull out the little box and putting it in her hand. She opens it and seems to be delighted by it, her eyes sparkling in the fluorescent hospital lights.
That’s beautiful.
I want you to have it.
Her shocked eyes meet mine.
Wait, what? Let me get this straight. You get a present for your birthday and you’re giving it to me?
Yes.
No... I can’t take that. No.
She shifts it my way, but I stop her, my hand on hers.
Then will you take it for safe keeping?
Safe keeping?
She sounds unconvinced by the term, but it doesn’t stop me in any way.
Just until I am ready to make it a part of my home?
Morgan stiffens for a moment, but then nods slowly and smiles shyly. I smile back, not used seeing her so soft around anyone. I guess we all had different sides of ourselves that we didn’t’ normally share with the rest of the world. She hands it by the back of her bed and watches it dance slightly as getting ready to fly away and sore with grace under the ceiling. I watch her with interest as she shifts her face to me and moves the book my way.
Not hospital property. It’s a fair exchange, you have not other option than to take it. Happy birthday.
My fingers reach out for it, the book in hardcover and having more than a few years on it, but in good shape. There’s no title on the pretty brown front, so I open it, curious what it is. I smile, amused at yet another coincidence.
Jane Eyre, really?
It will be good for you; you might learn something new.
She says with a smirk and starts to type on her phone again, this time with more peace and lighter energy. I know that she senses the little blue origami bird behind her as she moves one of her hands to it and strokes it a few times. Then her eyes move up at me as if to say “Go on, shoo. Find someone else to bother”. I stand up with pretend dignity and bow lightly at her as I leave.
A curious day it has been, world. Very curious.
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*Daughter is an English indie-folk trio. Fronted by North London native Elena Tonra.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sf6mkYz4mx0 (song used in the story)
https://theprose.com/post/230936/with-all-my-senses (chapter 1 )
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