When Two People See Each Other

Chapter 8

And when he could, he came again. Robert and Florian returned to their special place, wondering, what do they do today.

"Knock, knock," he knocked on the door for it seemed like the hundreth time.

"Who's there?" they asked, knowing what's going to come next.

"Cow says." 

"Cow says who?"

"Cow says moo, you dummy!"

"Oh, come in!" Florian exclaimed, laughing.

"Hello, Flower," Robert opened the door and  waved and smiled widely.

"Hi, Planty," they thought they'll burst with happiness. Robert no longer had to walk with a cane, he no longer had solid white chunks glued to his legs, there were no scars, no more bruises.

Florian ran after Robert and wrapped their arms around his waist really tightly. He hugged back, patting their head gently.

"Oh, come on. Sit on the couch, you," he pushed them off and they fell on the couch, on purpose, of course.

"Yeah, yeah, right. What do you want to listen to?" Florian asked.

"Huh, King Crimson? Deep purple? Blondie?"

"Deep purple it is!"

Florian stood up from the couch, as Robert sat down. They had picked one disc from the shelf and took it out for it to see the world. They placed it on the spinning plate and slowly pulled the lever for the needle to find its way to little black lines. 

The album Fireball started to play.

Good classic rock, it was almost every teenager's passion back then, now, not every, but some teenagers still live for music like this.

"It rocks." was Robert's only comment.

"Quite literally." Florian answered with a little laugh.

"Take my hand, Flower."

"Why that's so random!"

"Just do it, darling,"

"Mh, fine."

They held hands as the music played and played. Sat silently, it was a good silence, not akward and not tense. It was a nice, warm evening. No one bothered anyone. People talked, cooked, wrote and made love and much, much more that that.

Our two lovers, perfectly fitting puzzle pieces, didn't bother anyone nor each other. It was very nice. It's good to be back home, to finally calm down and smile warmly at every good little thing in life.

Deep purple is certainly not the music to talk so calmly to, but you get the point. They were calm, I am calm and I like Deep purple. And I really hope you feel the same.

The album went and went until it ended with the song No one came.

"Would you like to go outside and walk for a while?" Florian suggested. But then they remembered. And it was too late to take anything back. In fact it was too late a very long time ago.

"That's also really random, but it's a good idea."  Robert had a little laugh.

"Well, are you going, smartass?" they had a little laugh, too.

"Of course I'm going. You're not going to go alone, are you?" 

"Right, so stand up and let's go." Florian smiled at Robert softly, gripped the door handle with one hand and offered Robert their free one.

They walked out of the tiny room into the backyard, and from the backyard into the streets. The sky was a light colour and it was rather warm.

"Why are you so akward today, Flower? It feels like you're... I dunno." as Robert tried to find the right words, Florian tried to forget about what they've got to tell him today. They won't have any time later, anyways.