Chapter Two: When We Meet
Finding Evie was one most beautiful thing I could never write for myself. I enjoyed strolling to the park. I have done this often before. However seeing Evie in various places on my way there was an adventure in itself. She often seemed to be waiting. When our eyes meet she always smiles.
One day I became bold and asked if she would take a break with me. She smiled and offered a walk in the park. Between those I pull out my pad and pen to write.
It seemed strange saying it this way. I live by my writing. I live in my dreams. Yet she is the only on I felt I wanted to have read them no matter what. I protect my time so viciously. It felt strange sharing it with someone I saw walking in the rain so casually.
“You seem more cheerful than when I met you.”
I paused. She did have a point. My writing was applauded as improved by the editor of my work. As I closed in on my book, so much time was spent with Evie. I feared time as if I had chronophobia. I always felt there wasn’t enough.
You’re right. I feel like a new person.
“I do too. It’s because of you, you know.”
My heart jolted. I glanced away a little to quickly for my liking. Yet I soared.
Oh yeah! I got distracted. But it has been great hanging out together.
She had this most innocent giggle at my response. I felt a simple love for it.
Work was a different beast. I remember my pain as I talk with my editor. It was never enough. My book was picked up. It was amazing hearing praise but why not have it out. I waited so long only to have the editor say more is better.
I sometime leave on the verge of tears but I fear when they say “She may not be ready.”
My only fuel is that I am close. My only goal is to get there. I fear. I do have a signing of a first book payment but I use it scarcely. Simple things are nice but I fear being trapped. Why is this process so long. I often want to scream more.
“You may want to make this part longer, Dawn.”
Thanks, Kevin. I will keep that in mind.
“We will end talks today. But so far great work.”
I sat at my desk. The words felt to jumble as I make them. I lean back and close my eyes. I want to calm down but I want this so much. Maybe some tea will calm me down.
Walking to my kitchen I pass by my window. I see Evie pass on a path she must take ever so often. She seemed so content to herself. I want to go out and say something to her. At least I wish she would turn and smile. My fluttering hearts says tea for now but seeing her lifted me up.
I returned to my desk and sipped long and slow. The tea filled me with such warmth. Evie made is much more. I looked at my scene and gave it another go.
Listening to myself with a memory of questions from her made me apply the same take on my book. I began to dream again looking hard into each part. I figure out maybe this happens now. I fall in love with the scene again. It take my emotions to many places.
I stop to think but she creeps into my mind. I’ll write another story for her to take a break.
One becomes two. Two becomes more. I want to see her face light up so much I tear into my world. My mind floods with ideas I want her smile so much. Work seems so distant now. Keeping it up I managed to finish five. It was so fun I hoped she could read them soon.
I look at the time and put my stuff up. I want to stroll hoping she is still around.
I reach the park. Evie was sitting on the bench where she and I first met.
“Oh you’re here!”
I am. I finished my work for the day and thought you might want to see some more story.
She read them so enthusiastically. Each one she dived in so silently I wondered almost out loud. However afterwards she talked so high of them I almost floated away.
We spent so much time together today. My troubles seemed to melt.
“Hey Dawn… Let’s exchange numbers.”
A smile wider than I may have intended formed.
I would love too.
I left her feeling higher than I’ve ever felt. Meeting Evie was so much in my life, I felt maybe I will treat myself for a nice dinner.
The thought of it put a smile on my face. It time for some steak.