No one who knew me before knows where I am now. Not even my father. And none of them ever will. I know that, though I've not been told so. And no, I've never seen a lawjock, either. Dad would have come to see me by now if he knew. I know that, too. My requests to see him have been ignored, probably destroyed, just like my requests to see a lawjock... or
him.
But today is the day I get to see...
him. My repeated requests have been ignored until now. I wonder why they were letting us meet now? Most likely they were ready to observe his reactions to seeing me. Maybe they had convinced him that he needed to, in order to move onward. Maybe he wanted to see me. Maybe he had somehow convinced them.
Whatever the reason, today I get to see him.
I wish I knew what to say, now that I have the chance.
I am taken to the interview room. It is very small. There is one chair, facing a pane of glass or transparent aluminum. On the other side is another small room, also with one door and one chair. Everything in both rooms is soft white, even the chairs and the lighting. I am directed to sit. The guard leaves, closing the door behind himself. It is very quiet. I can hear my breathing and my heartbeat.
The door in the room on the other side of the clear divider opens. It's him!
A guard is with him, speaks to him shortly, then leaves. He sits. Our eyes meet. He's all I'd hoped for. More, even. Stunningly red hair, so darkly red, beyond merely copper-colored. Face long and narrow, sharp but refined cheek bones, lips perfectly shaped, the top lighter than the bottom, both soft and lush. Complexion pale, but not sickly, and smooth and wonderful. Fine, faint freckles laced over cheeks and nose. Thin, not bony. The arms and legs are long and slender. Hips are just so. He hasn't changed one bit since that day I last saw him. He's perfect.
My insides churn and I begin to sweat.
We are both silent, only seeing each other. I can see the emotions warring on his face. That is... excruciating. Both elating and depressing. He stares at me in the same way I do him; soaking in the sight. Probably thinking the same things I am. Fascinating!
His gently lips part, and after a moment, he says, "Hello."
In that one short syllable, I hear the tone and accent so clearly. Just perfect. Stunning.
I finally manage, "I don't know what to say."
"You can tell me why."
His diction is perfect. And his accent is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.
"Why?" I ask, confused.
"Yes. Why? How did it get started?"
His stunning green eyes bore into my own. I can see the emotions there. It's incredible!
"Where do I start?"
"At the beginning."
I think for a moment, wondering when it all began, then say, "When I found the course."
He leans forward just a bit, as if curious, on edge to hear an explanation. Just remarkable.
"Tell me," he says softly, his expression so yearning.
I inhale deeply, blow the breath out explosively.
