the innocence of youth, that feeling of infinity – a child, a teen, you are infinite; a twenty-seven-year-old just now getting so much as starting to find a path – you are inevitable. the weight of recognized inevitability – the weight of ‘i have to do this before my inevitable demise’ – was a load. the good thing ? levi wasn’t alone in this recognized inevitability. the bad thing ? as with everyone, it still felt like it.
but seeing that callback, that reminder of the days that were, that weight grew a bit lighter. he was still finite, he was not the man she’d loved ( or he liked to think she’d loved him, as much as a high-schooler can ), but how he strived to make that man even better some day.
now, the thing about being a turtle man ? they don’t walk very fast. they also almost get stepped on a lot ( which is always very worrisome )… but, in this case – yes, they just don’t walk very fast. picking his little friend up, he walked, just about as slowly, over to her. although he was not a natural conversationalist, not even in the twilight zone, something was compelling him to just… speak. “ hey blair, ” he greeted, so as not to startle. now, if his turtle could just tell him what to say next… “ how are your, uh – how’s your class doing ? ” boring. “ any, y’know, at risk teens who can only be put on the right path by falling in love then, y’know, committing a double suicide ? ” … perhaps one out of three ‘books’ he remembered from high school.
that was the thing about beaver creek wasn’t it? everyone knew each other and there were little to no secrets, you all grew up together, went to school together. the manor threw them in this together. you just had to hope you got along. that was another thing, if no one ever came and went, then you went through Big Life Moments with people you already knew. the first time you learn how to ride a bike is witness by your parents and your neighbors, your first middle school dance is witness by your mom and her friends who’s kids are also at this dance, your first significant other gets blasted around school and around town even faster. every person carried a sense of familiarity with them.
so when she saw levi, her first boyfriend levi, the one person that despite having gone off and married someone else she could never quite shake that connection with, she couldn’t help but smile at him, a surprising amount of comfort felt from seeing his face. how had it been nearly ten years since she had last spoken to him sweetly? the soft nickname of ‘love’ still sitting at the back of her tongue when she saw him. her eyes drifted down to the turtle in his hands, her brows furrowing in confusion. “i- hi,” she looked back up at him, smile still present, until he made an obscure literature reference. “are... are you talking about romeo and juliet? and i’m sorry are you walking a turtle?”
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