One Happy Easter Part 3
Third portion of my story getting to the hppy ness
One Happy Easter Part 3
This story is based on real life. Furs and situations have been changed to make it all artsy and a better read so please enjoy! ~Shiro
Zeo and I walked from the park back to our house. The sun was setting and the mass of food we'd eaten was beginning to make us sleepy. The day had been an amazing one.
I held his hand and leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked across the street to our little blue house. The last family had and after picking up the last mess we left the park as clean as we'd found it that morning. Our cars sat beside the small house under a protective roof made of tin. The house was an old wooden thing that had been in rough shape when we'd bought it. Now it was a gem.
The light blue color mimicked the sky and the huge trees shading the whole of the house and yard kept us cool on even the hottest summer days. Zeo pulled open the glass outer door and we walked in. The wooden floors shone pale gold. Our happy home was decorated with signs of love. Over the door to the kitchen was the set of spears Zeo had bought me during our first date.
The long weapons had been carved with flowing thorns. Just like the ones from my first book. Which sat on the book shelf beside the few others I'd managed to publish. Zeo had taken small pieces of glass and worked them into a window the light from our back porch which we always left on shed the dancing colored lights onto the kitchen floor. A mural of love, the glass blown from sand we'd brought back from Asia and Africa. The colors meshed, one side darkest blood red the other deep oceanic blue, and toward the center they merged into a sparkling ruby and sapphire heart. It took a moment to recognize what the design was at first but that was all from the skill of the making.
Zeo's favorite color and one of mine shaping love out of the broken pieces of our lives. We sat on the couch and turned the air conditioner to high and curled up against each other watching the light in the kitchen.
My hands shook. It was Friday and school had just ended. He could be just around the corner. But probably not. It was probably some cruel joke. I felt my heart thud a little more and paused wondering if I should turn back.
So far in my life I'd felt nothing but hurt. Sure I loved my mom and dad, and all my siblings. But there was something missing. Some part of me like a broken light bulb, I would never be bright until I found my other pieces. I had also stopped trying. Pain stacked on pain wears away at your heart. And if you want to ever feel anything again you lock away what's left before its gone too.
So there I was, standing beside the old field house where the showers and lockers were. I leaned against the building and weighed my options. Half of me wanted more than anything for this mystery fur to be waiting and wanting to have me as a friend. The other wanted me to leave.
If you don't try and touch you won't hurt as bad as being rejected.
I let my head fall back against the stucco walls. Then I let it fall a few more times smacking my head as hard as I could make myself. I felt so torn. I wanted so much to be whole but I also dreaded more than anything being denied and left broken and alone.
After what seemed like hours, I pulled away from the wall and wiped a few tears of frustration from my eyes. He would be gone by now so what would it hurt to see? I could almost feel the two sides of myself reacting. The one yearning for love would b curled in a fetal position crying, while the other would be sneering evilly and laughing, shouting how he was always right. I shook my head clearing this disturbing image from my mind and walked around the side of the building my limbs shaking. The sun had fallen farther than it should have.
I'd been standing there for more than two and a half hours.
I sighed heavily and walked toward the rows of aluminum and wooden seats set around the northern side of the long rubberized running track. The old stands that held the crowds were getting old and some of the upper boards were rotting. I knew because I came here when I wanted to be alone. My house was a long walk away but sometimes the thought of getting on a bus full of teenagers made my skin crawl.
But the track and field area were off limits until the money could be raised to fix the benches. I looked around as the sun seemed to rest on the tops of the trees. I moved to the nearest benches and looked under them. I was bent double and the deepening shadows made it hard to see anything not right under my nose. Which is why I almost stepped on the sleeping wolf's face.
The sleeping wolf had dark grey looking fur in the shadows, he was tall and well built not overly muscled. His bag was shoved under his head. He wore a hoodie of dark red and his shirt underneath was black. He wore big sneakers that seemed a bit worn but still wearable and loose fitting blue jeans.
I stood there frozen with my foot in the air as long as I could but gravity and my need to balance made me finally step over his face. just as I made the completed pass over him he opened his eyes. My own had been glued to him so I caught the first stirrings of motion and when he woke I gulped and took a few cautious steps backward.
"Wow yeah, you came," the wolf sat up smiling as I retreated from him. "You finally came. I was worried you hadn't gotten my note." He yawned and stretched. "Glad you came."
I just stood there still stunned that he was even here but he had waited for me. Waited to meet me. something in my heart stirred. "Sorry. I need to go okay?" I turned and walked toward home as calmly as I possibly could.
Next portion soon it will be less depressing! ~~~~~ <3