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Week Fifteen: Thursday Morning
Who: Miles and Bear
Where: The Canopy
When: Thursday Morning
What: Miles and Bear get together for their trip to the library
Status: In Progress//Closed
Miles didn’t want to wake up. But the newly rebuilt alarm clock obviously didn’t agree with him as it rang from across the room. Slowly and painfully he sat up and trudged the small distance to the other side of the room to turn off the alarm.
9:00 am already, and another day closer. He tiredly dressed in his loose slacks and button up collared shirt, a habit he never got out of since he was a kid. She had dared him to wear jeans once, and he did, on her birthday one summer, way back. She wore a bright blue dress that brought out her bright blue eyes which were shining even more because of her complexion being paled by shock of seeing him in jeans. Or at least back then he assumed it had been from shock. He hadn’t known it was from the hour of chemo-therapy that morning or the previous mornings before that.
Miles had found himself asking several times over the past year, “How could I have not known she was sick?” To which Bear one day replied, “She didn’t want you to.”
Short, sweet, simple.
Miles dealt so much in the complex that sometimes simple was just too difficult to comprehend.
He ran his fingers through his brownish blonde hair, the only kind of “combing” he’d do to it for the rest of the day, and considered going back to bed until noon. But Miles knew that wouldn’t work. Bear would be over soon. The two were going on their weekly trip to the library. The younger, much taller man had offered to share this trip with Miles a few weeks after the burial as a way to help get him out of the tree house, and this trip had been much anticipated by Miles since the war had ended, Libby was finally safely home, and things were finally beginning to look a bit safer to go out now.
Miles crept out of the small bedroom, pausing to glance at the closed door next to it. Almost a whole year and he still couldn’t bring himself to go into their room. Her things were still in there. Her smell. Those memories. Sighing, Miles walked into the main room and wondered if he wanted breakfast or not. He also wondered if they should invite Kestral to go with them that day. Miles often wondered this and had become curious as to what kind of books she read.
She had loved to read romance novels. Miles had caught her reading them often when they were supposed to be studying. “You’re going into medicine, life and death, how can you read those fantasiful things?” he had asked her once. “It’s good to get away from reality every once in a while,” she had answered.
Out of the whole year Miles had been in Sundance he had only read three of those kinds of novels. But he knew the basic plot-line. Guy and girl meet; guy and girl fall in love; guy and girl have an argument; guy wins girl back; both live happily ever after. But not once in any of those books had girl become sick with an incurable disease and died at the end, leaving the guy with a big gaping hole in his heart.
Miles fought back those tears again and plastered on his usual smile as he felt the slight tug of the rope ladder on the tree house. Bear was coming up.
Just in time.
Who: Miles and Bear
Where: The Canopy
When: Thursday Morning
What: Miles and Bear get together for their trip to the library
Status: In Progress//Closed
Miles didn’t want to wake up. But the newly rebuilt alarm clock obviously didn’t agree with him as it rang from across the room. Slowly and painfully he sat up and trudged the small distance to the other side of the room to turn off the alarm.
9:00 am already, and another day closer. He tiredly dressed in his loose slacks and button up collared shirt, a habit he never got out of since he was a kid. She had dared him to wear jeans once, and he did, on her birthday one summer, way back. She wore a bright blue dress that brought out her bright blue eyes which were shining even more because of her complexion being paled by shock of seeing him in jeans. Or at least back then he assumed it had been from shock. He hadn’t known it was from the hour of chemo-therapy that morning or the previous mornings before that.
Miles had found himself asking several times over the past year, “How could I have not known she was sick?” To which Bear one day replied, “She didn’t want you to.”
Short, sweet, simple.
Miles dealt so much in the complex that sometimes simple was just too difficult to comprehend.
He ran his fingers through his brownish blonde hair, the only kind of “combing” he’d do to it for the rest of the day, and considered going back to bed until noon. But Miles knew that wouldn’t work. Bear would be over soon. The two were going on their weekly trip to the library. The younger, much taller man had offered to share this trip with Miles a few weeks after the burial as a way to help get him out of the tree house, and this trip had been much anticipated by Miles since the war had ended, Libby was finally safely home, and things were finally beginning to look a bit safer to go out now.
Miles crept out of the small bedroom, pausing to glance at the closed door next to it. Almost a whole year and he still couldn’t bring himself to go into their room. Her things were still in there. Her smell. Those memories. Sighing, Miles walked into the main room and wondered if he wanted breakfast or not. He also wondered if they should invite Kestral to go with them that day. Miles often wondered this and had become curious as to what kind of books she read.
She had loved to read romance novels. Miles had caught her reading them often when they were supposed to be studying. “You’re going into medicine, life and death, how can you read those fantasiful things?” he had asked her once. “It’s good to get away from reality every once in a while,” she had answered.
Out of the whole year Miles had been in Sundance he had only read three of those kinds of novels. But he knew the basic plot-line. Guy and girl meet; guy and girl fall in love; guy and girl have an argument; guy wins girl back; both live happily ever after. But not once in any of those books had girl become sick with an incurable disease and died at the end, leaving the guy with a big gaping hole in his heart.
Miles fought back those tears again and plastered on his usual smile as he felt the slight tug of the rope ladder on the tree house. Bear was coming up.
Just in time.