Eventually [Complete] Editing

Chapter 5

Airio woke up the following morning and went to his bathroom. His black hair was disheveled from sleep and his black eyes were full of determination.

He would visit the soul of Sigmund Freud, so he decided to take a shower before heading to his house. His routine was to clean his body in the high pressure air tub. It was like a normal shower but instead of water, they used air.

He chose new clothes and put the black hood that characterized the collectors.

He went to the building that contain the souls' files and retreated the one that belonged to the deceased philosopher.

The soul had arrived at the world above, in September of the year 1939. That meant that he would find a man with some color.

When the humans died on Earth, their souls were completely white. With time, they would see their body color gain the original colors. That was one of the ways to identify the oldest ones from the youngest ones.

He looked at the coordinates of Freud's residence, 6731:4067. Placing the papers back in the drawer, he concentrated on the place he would go next.

It was the first time he traveled to the soul's resident part of his world.

He appeared in a street with houses in both sides. They were small, with what humans called gardens.

He saw a male soul on a bench, reading a book.

Instantly he recognized the soul to be the one he was looking for. The man had a white beard and the clothes he was wearing were grey and formal.

He looked up at Airio when he came closer.

"Are you here for a session? I have to tell you, I tried to build my old sofa but it seems that it doesn't have the same power as the other one I had when I was still alive." The man commented.

"Hum, no." Airio was taken aback with the man's question.

"What is it then? I can see you have thoughts that consume you." Freud asked.

"What? How?" The way the soul looked at him, made him feel uncomfortable.

Could Freud know what was on his mind?

"How do you know?"

"Well, you are here with me right? Why did you come here in the first place?"

"I saw someone reading about you and I was curious." Airio answered.

"I doubt you wanted to know more about my theories, so I presume you came here for that person."

Airio was silent for some minutes and Freud understood the real motive for the collector to be at his door.

"That is your subconscious trying to make you see things your eyes didn't catch yet. Come inside. I will tell you about my theories in life and maybe some of those I elaborate after my death, if you have the patience to hear me that long."

Airio went inside with Freud and the two spoke for hours.

When he left the old soul, his mind was like a tornado, turning around with questions.

Freud seemed to connect most of people acts, to the subconscious desire of the body.

Was he interested in Melody? Why? He had been with females of his specie before, but none of them had him so captivated as she had left him. Why her?

Airio decided to visit the person responsible for his tormented thoughts.

She was at a fancy restaurant, going from table to table graciously.

He noted that she was always smiling, even when the costumers didn't spare look at her direction, when they gave the order. Some were even rude to her.

How did she managed that? He would take the people heads off if they did the same to him.

Airio followed Melody home and saw her pick one book to read before going to bed.

She continued to glance behind her, as if she knew that she was not alone. Strangely, she didn't seem to be worried about it.

She started reading the pages of her romance "Pride and Prejudice", by Jane Austen, and he observed her face, her eyes scanning the words of the story.

Her lips, beautiful lips he had to admit, curved up. She was smiling.

What did she saw in that book that deserved a smile from her? How a book could give her happiness?

That surprised him, intrigued him even. He got back to Aravon, the name his kind gave to the world above. The humans called it Heaven and Hell. Well probably both names were the perfect adjectives to characterize it.

He arrived home and decided to grab the same book that had her so absorbed and happy.

Airio went to bed and started reading it, comforted by the thought that they were doing the same thing at the same time.

He had never read a book to relax. They used to read books in their education program of course, but all of them were boring and had a sole purpose, to become a good soldier, a good collector.

Soon, he was smiling too with the determinant, independent Elizabeth Bennet and the somber Mr. Darcy.

That night, he learned with Melody how to live through a book.

;li.