This is a message that I sent to Wayne that deals with some stuff that I have been thinking about as of late. I’ll just let this stuff stand on its own.
Hey Wayner, I want a second opinion on something. I figured I’d come to you since you seem to think like me and you’ll probably agree with me. =)
Anyhow, I have three separate data points that I am operating from. I am hypothesizing that there is some kind of drama going on with J.
One of the scenarios that she put forward to try to keep me from taking her hand was that she was just a flighty careless person who was not committed to me and who was just passing through and using me. She was talking about all the moving that she has done with the army and was saying that she was just passing through Cookeville as well and that she didn’t really care.
Night of Angels
She looked around the city in amazement. It seemed as if the whole town had come outside. And all carried a staff, almost a walking staff. J shook her head and wondered what was going on. She had been driving just to drive and had happened upon the small town. So she stopped to rest for the night. And now she finds this. A man walked by and handed her a stick. He smiled politely.
“You are a visitor, aren’t you?” he asked.
J smiled back. ” Yes. I just stopped to rest for the night.”
“You are lucky,” he gestured to the citizens. “Tonight is our special night. Just do what we do.”
He stopped and looked at the sun. It sat low on the horizon and the sky way growing darker. “It’s time”
J tilted her head and looked at him curiously but he had started to yell, “It is time!” The town began to beat the sticks in unison, steadily and then they all began to say one word. It took her a few moments to figure out what they were chanting. When she understood, it didn’t dispell her puzzlement. But she beat her stick and chanted, “City…..city……city….”
Slowly the sun set and the sky became dark. Then, as if from nowhere, people _appeared_ all around the streets. The population stopped chanting and began running and embracing these newcomers. J stood in shock. The man that stood beside her spoke and jolted her back into reality.
“Tonight is the only night that we have with them a year.”
“Who do you mean?” she managed to whisper.
“Our angels. Tonight is the Night of Angels.”
“Why has no one ever heard of this before?” she asked, unable to believe.
“Because those that speak of it are considered insane.”
At that point the man ran off to embrace a little girl and she saw tears of joy glistening on both their faces. She walked down the street openly staring at the angels. They seemed to have a pale glow around them. Like an aura. Soon she came to a bench and she sat…alone…set apart from the town more than she could have ever believed possible.
Shouting drew her attention to a bench nearby. As she watched a man with a woman standing by his side shook his head violently and shouted something to a beautiful woman-angel. She seemed to be pleading and one of her hands reached out for him and…..passed right through his arm. J gasped but the man didn’t seem disturbed. He simply turned his back to her and walked away with a normal woman on his arm. The angel stood, with her arms outstretched for a moment, then she collapsed to the bench and wept. J started to move toward her but a hand on her shoulder made her pause. She turn and found herself facing a handsome young man, who had that aura about him. He inclined his head toward the woman-angel.
“Leave her. There is nothing that can comfort her now.”
J got upset. “Let me at least put my arm around her. Let her know that she isn’t alone.”
He shook his head gently. “She is. That man that you saw with her, he was her fiancee.”
“Then why did he have that other woman? Why was he shouting at her?”
“It is part of the price for tonight.”
“Price? I knew there had to be a catch.”
He smiled grimly. “Yes. And it is a heavy tax. For an angel and a mortal that love each other can never touch. If they attempt to, it will be as you saw. They will pass though as if the other never existed.”
She frowned. “But I saw a father pick up his daughter…”
“Platonic love is fine. But true, romantic love….that is the price that we must pay.”
“So what will happen to her?”
He thought for a moment. “He was informing her that he was leaving. That he couldn’t be satisfied with a dead woman whom he could not touch.” He paused and drew a long breath. “She knew that this day was coming. That one day he would leave her. It happens to all those who are like her.”
Her eyes were sad as she spoke. “Has it happened to you?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “But I made my decision to continue coming back. She probably won’t. He was all she had.”
He sat next to her. “Don’t be. I enjoy coming back to see everyone. I still have friends. But most of them leave after awhile. It can break your mind if you live here for too long.” He smiled. “I just realized that I don’t even know your name.”
Relaxing she replied, “J.”
“J….,” he repeated. “That’s a lovely name.”
She blushed. “Thanks. And you are…?”
“Nice to meet you, Scott.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
They grinned and stood. He looked at her. “So, do you have any plans for the evening?”
“Not that I know of.”
Scott offered his arm and she took it, realizing that it felt as normal as any other arm, and they walked away, down the street.
J laughed at a joke that Scott had just told and she slapped his arm lightly. They were snuggled next to each other on the motel bed watching a rented movie. They had run around town like two old friends and by now they were both a little tired. Neither of them was really watching the movie. They were enjoying just joking around. But as the hours passed they grew closer together and the movie drew their attention. Finally it ended and J realized that she had a tear on her cheek. She started to wipe it away but Jason stopped her. Gently he brought his hand up and wipe the tear away. They looked at each other for a moment, the silence stretching….then he brought his face close to hers. After a moments hesitation he kissed her….or tried to. He passed through her like mist. J gasped and tried to reach to him but her hand passed through him. Scott brought hisself back above her and smiled sadly.
“I guess we know what this means.”
“No…this isn’t fair,” she said…her voice catching.
“No one ever said life…or death…was fair.” His voice was steady but his eyes betrayed the pain in his heart.
She tried to take his hand and failed. “I didn’t know that one could fall in love so fast.”
“It happens. But it is all the more painful.”
“Is there any way that we can be together?”
He shook his head. “Not that anyone has found. This is a barrier that cannot be crossed.”
“I will find a way.” She stood.
Scott stood next to her and started to place his hand on her shoulder but stopped in time. “What do you mean?”
“Just that. I will find a way for us to be together.” And with those words she walked out the door. Scott grinned and followed.
Quickly she walked down the street thinking. Glancing at her watch, she winced. there wasn’t that many hours left in the evening. Scott ran up beside her.
“There’s nothing you can do.”
“No! There must be something…some way…”
His face suddenly seemed older. “There is one way that we might be together. But it doesn’t always work.”
“Anything, I’ll do anything.”
Brown eyes looked into her grey ones. “Your death.”
J stood still, her face emotionless. Scott continued quietly, “But there is no way to assure your birth as an angel here.” She didn’t move and for a moment he wondered if she had gone into shock. Then without warning she reached into her bag and pulled out a gun. Quickly she cocked it and pointed it at her head. Before Scott could react she pulled the trigger. Nothing.
J cried out in frustration and cocked it again. This time Scott moved. His hand darted out and snagged her wrist. Quickly he twisted it and she dropped the weapon. He stared at her in amazement.
“Why did you do that? Why would you kill yourself?”
She wept. “I want us to be together. And you told me that this might be a way.” Then she looked at his hand, still around her wrist. His eyes followed her gaze and they both backed away from each other. She looked at him warily. “What does this mean? I still love you. Have your feelings changed?”
He shook his head. “No. I still love you.” He looked at the night sky. “There is a rumor that has been going around. That if one lover is willing to give their life to simply be with the other, then the curse shall be lifted for the rest of the night and each time that they are together. Looks like it was true.”
“Then, we can be together?”
She rushed into his arms and held him tight as they both felt tears of joy run down their cheeks. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her gently, as if she might burst like a soap bubble. When he realized that she wouldn’t, he kissed her with passion and love. And she returned it.
Scott laid her gently on the bed and savored just the sight of her. J smiled up at him and pulled him down to rest beside her. Her eyes locked with his and for an instant she saw the depth of his love. And she was startled that anyone could care so much, especially about her. Scott then leaned over and kissed her. J quit thinking after that.
She woke to the light of the sun streaming through a window. Cat-like she stretched and recalled the night. It was at that moment that the meaning of the sun hit her. It was day. The night was over. And Scott had disappeared with the rest of the angels. The bed seemed too large and empty without him. Quickly she rolled out of bed and got dressed. Her clothes were strewn about the room. A sound in the kitchen alcove startled her and she went to investigate. What she saw made her heart skip a beat. There stood Scott…..making breakfast.
He looked up and smiled. “I hope you slept well.”
“You are here….”
“Where else would I be?”
She shook her head. “I thought that you would leave with the night.”
“You gave me back my mortality. I can be with you now. Forever.”
J laughed and grabbed his hands. They spun about the kitchen for a few seconds and then collapsed into chairs at the table.
“Scott, what do I have to do to keep you from becoming an angel again?”
He reached to the counter and set a plate of pancakes in front of her.
“Just believe. In me….and in love. And I will never leave you.”
Are you seeing anything here? I’ll write later and tell you what I am thinking. I am curious of you see the same thing. I am still reluctant to put thoughts into other people’s heads, I think that I am afraid of the intimacy and familiarity involved.
Very gushy, huh? I don’t ever get that hopeful without thinking that I am delusional. Trusting that much is really hard too.