Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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She was half expecting him to be sitting there in the pathway, head in his hands, when she was strolled out on her wheelchair - akin to a queen in the Brazilian carnival - with her IV in tow, and he was supposed to be there. He was supposed to be her king.
"He's gone," she said, mostly to herself.
"Typical," her mother murmured under her breath.
"Are you sure he was here?" Clementine asked her parents, worry rising in her voice, causally standing behind her, looking a little awkward.
Then, her father cleared his throat, and said: "Last time I saw him, he was sitting here. Just outside your door..."
Clementine, suddenly feeling a surge of strength, started to get up out of her chair.
"Clementine, what are you doing!" Her mother reached for her.
"I'm going to find him," Clementine said with a resolution in her voice.
But within taking the first two steps, she could feel that something was wrong.
The world tilted for a moment, and she felt lightheaded.
She only had time to think that she should go back to her room, turning around, but before she could actually get there she passed out.
She thought she was on a beach. Lying on the sand, the waves lapping gently at her feet. A shadow over her face, covering the sun.
"Zico?"
It was with a purple haze and a whoosh of sound that she came back to the room, conscious.
She did; t know how much time passed.
"What happened?" She realized she was on the floor of the hospital, and a nurse was looking over her.
"We need to get you back in your bed," the nurse said to her gently, "you passed out for just a few minutes."
Clementine was amazed to see the contrast between the calm nurse and the frantic parents, thinking that this was just another day for the workers and probably am monumental disappointment to her parents.
Slowly, with the help of the nurse, she got up and though she was still feeling unsteady, she was able to make her way back to the room and onto the bed.
The nurse, adjusted the room and opened the blinds, and Clementine was surprised. to see that it was morning. The sun shining brightly outside, and she realized it must have been a different day than she remembered.
But she also underestimated how tired she was. So when the doctor came in, and asked to speak to her parents outside, she didn't even remember how she fell asleep.
She didn't know if it was the right thing to do, meaning to only close her eyes for a moment when she already fell asleep.
The events of the whole things was a little bit too much to process, but when she woke up again, this time in the evening, the only thing she could ask was why did he leave?Well, now, these streets we all know
They help us cry when we're alone late at night
Don't you love them too?
That where you got your eyes?
Oh, and I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
How I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
Now, your world, it is beautiful
I'll take the subway to your suburb sometimes
I'll seek out the things that must've been magic to your little girl mind
Now, as a little girl, you must've been magic
I still get jealous of your old boyfriends in the suburbs sometimes
And when I walk down your street
Probably be tears in my eyes
I knew it would happen
I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
