Beboptober 2: Curiosity
Who was she?
That woman I saw, that I met that day.
I did speak to her. At least... I think I did.
From the beginning, I knew. Before she even told me her name, I had to know her name. Who else could she be? In this life, only one woman could have possibly sped in and out of my life with such ferocity.
Julia.
At first, I saw a fellow woman in danger. A mystery, a complete stranger, but I knew the look. She was being chased, assaulted and I had to do something. A stroke of goodwill on my part, if I do say so.
I knew what it was like. Being chased.
That must have been why, when she stopped and I met her glance behind dark lenses, I jumped in immediately.
I was curious.
Confused by the look I saw.
I had to know who she was.
So I jumped. Trusted her and watched her back without a second thought. Two of a kind, birds of a feather.
A fairy and an angel.
We saved each other, on that highway. Made it miles before she finally slowed and pulled the car over. Stepped out without a word but nodded in thanks, all long lines and flowing hair. This dark angel with a strange expression.
Who was she?
"You saved me." Matter of fact. Obvious gratitude and a hint of confusion, but not cautious. The slight click of her lighter elegant, because of course it was.
And we were on level ground. We were the same, in her eyes. She stood tall and looked far away, I leaned whole and present against her car, grounded by my determination to know more. To be close to her.
I should have known, then.
"Looks like you're going through a rough time yourself."
She smiled, soft and grateful.
As I think back, it eats me alive.
Because I know what being chased is like.
I know how it makes you.
I know what it makes you.
Lonely. Lonely as all hell.
And this woman... this stranger I wanted to know and knew I never could... who saw right through me, even before I realized who she was looking for. This woman who heard my line of work and glanced just enough for me to notice, but not quick enough to realize...
She knew, then. She knew and she took me back and she relayed a message through me, like some fucking carrier pigeon.
This devil-angel's eyes weren't lonely.
They were confident and strange. Maybe a bit sad.
But they weren't lonely.
