A Pure Love- Gjon's Tears Fanfic

Chapter 5

Soon enough, Gjon made it to my place. He knocked on the door so I slowly got up and dragged my feet to the door to open it for him. He stood there with a sympathetic look on his face and a basket of things. But as soon as I smiled at him and opened my arms, he put his basket down on the porch and hugged me. It was short, but needed without needing to say a word. I led him inside to the living room with his basket, and he set it on the coffee table.
"Thank you so much," I said with a sigh as I sat down.
"Of course," he said, sitting next to me. I began to unpack the basket, curious. "In the basket for you I have some soup, medicine, candy, and coffee."
Some soup de chalet, the best Swiss chocolates, my favorite blend of coffee, the whole package was in that basket for me. All of that with some medicine to calm my sick stomach. I finished unpacking gradually, thanking him individually for each thing. He had excitedly sat next to me, happy that he made me so happy. Soon enough, all that was left was a little blue envelope lying on the bottom.
Now that I was more hesitant to pick up and open, but Gjon encouraged me nonetheless. So, I carefully peeled the little gold star sticker off to open it. Inside was a letter on a fancy lined sheet of note paper, folded up so perfectly. His face lit up as I observed it, directing me to open and read it:

"My Dear Marlee,
I am off to Rotterdam today to represent us in Eurovision! I wanted to tell you how thankful I am for your constant support over the years, even if we could not meet face to face. For being the greatest friend and cheerleader of mine through middle and high school, I can thank you for where I am now. You have always been there for me, I am so grateful and feel so lucky to be going to Eurovision right now. I wish you could be here with me but I know you've got a lot going on lately so I understand. Wish me luck in Rotterdam, I'm wishing you the best from here to Fribourg!
Love,
Gjon"

I recognized his neat cursive handwriting immediately, and his signature blue heart next to his name. I was taken aback in the best way possible, placing my hand on my heart and completely forgetting about last night with no sleep. I hugged him on the side tightly, almost in tears but managing to hold them back for just a little longer. "Thank you," I said. "Even if it's a little late."
"I meant to mail it to you from Rotterdam. But things got so busy there that I didn't find the time," we let go, then he chuckled, "look how that plan changed for the best."
"Yeah, right?" I agreed. "This is so kind of you, I can't say it enough."
"I'm happy to do it for you, my love."
The next few moments, we just sat with each other, enjoying each other's company. Soon enough, I felt enough energy to slowly get up and begin brewing my new coffee. Gjon got up with me to keep me company. Just like old times when we had sleepovers almost every weekend. Making coffee together and taking our time to drink it as we laughed at the table at our inside jokes that no one else understood. Singing or vocal-scatting to songs we know and love, harmonizing with each other perfectly.
Now's our chance to do that again in a new light and a spark of more than friends but not yet lovers.

As the day passed by, I had forgotten why I was even so sick in the morning. Gjon ended up staying the whole day, playing the keyboard piano in the living room that I never use. We sang together while he played our favorite songs. He was also in the process of writing a song: "Pure," I think it was called? The beautiful parts of life shining through the hard parts when we believe in ourselves. It felt perfectly like a warm yet breezy late spring blooming into summer.
It was in fact such a beautiful day that I completely forgot to tell him about the nightmare. I only remembered it when he had walked out the door to go home, just after a quick goodbye hug and just before Rosalee had arrived home from work. That was the whole reason I had him come over, but it turned out to be the perfect escape I needed to forget everything.
Rosa couldn't help but ask me question after question about the day, but we spent pretty much the whole night talking about it and daydreaming for me to finally make a move. But through all that fun was still the lingering fear of what was to come.

Even with more scary flashbacks running through my mind, I kept the letter from Gjon's basket on my nightstand next to my lamp. I read it before turning off the lamp to go to sleep, as some comfort before the moment I broke the real stuff to him about what nightmarish things Luco has done to me. The memory of that message suddenly came back, keeping me tossing and turning for hours. But I can't call off again, so to work tired I'll go.
Then Gjon- wait- what if he thought my intent of telling this to him was purely for sympathy to get us to become lovers quicker? Don't worry about that part right now, I told myself. He's a nice person for the sake of being a good friend and because it's the right thing to do. He's always done these kind things for me without ever showing an ounce of believing it would get me into bed with him. And I'd do the same kind things for him without that selfish intent.
Just fall asleep to the fun we had today, I told myself.