Count on Me

Chapter 37

Third person's POV:

It was twilight in Avalon , spring was drawing near . There was still a chill in the air , but it was refreshing , like new clothes .

The forest floor was covered in patches of dandelions and each time the wind stirred , tiny fluffy seeds would be swooped up , flying on the wind and looking like creatures from a fairy tale .

The smell of pine and blooming peach blossoms hung in the air , sending everything and everyone into a state of happiness , except for one person , a boy , or more of a man , who sat by the creek in the forest , a few feet away from the bench where he usually sat .

His bare feet hung limp in the icy water , but the sensation of the water trickling over his feet , calmed him . But not to such a degree that he would forget , or his broken heart could be mended .

This dark haired person sat with his head in his hands , he had long since stopped crying , but he still wanted to hide his eyes from the world , since they say the eyes are the windows to the soul . And he didn't want anyone to see how broken he really was .

"Nice weather this time of the year "said a voice with a slight British accent from behind him . 

He raised his head out from his hands , that voice  he thought ,  he had been longing for the sound of that voice for six months , but it couldn't be  he thought . He was too afraid to turn around , too afraid that his mind was playing tricks on him , too afraid that if he turned around he would just find emptiness , just like he had done since she left . 

"You know they say dandelions are weeds , but when I was little I always thought they were fairies , trapped , and the only way to set them free , is to blow them away , and to thank you they would grant you one wish ", the voice said , "Funny , isn't it ? Things that the imagination is capable of , you get this firm belief , that no matter how many facts and proofs you are given , you always believed you were right , but now that we've grown up , the imagination we've had just kind of faded away "

It was silent for a while , the wind stirred again , sending the white fluffs dancing into the air , and glittering in the rays of sun that weaved through the trees . 

"It was real , you know " came his voice while his back was still turned to her.

"What ?" she asked .

An then he turned to her , and when his eyes landed on her , he didn't know what to feel , what to think , his face was blank , an he replied : "It was real , the fairies , they were real , and you weren't the only one to go out and find them . We did it together , everyday , we would go out into the meadow , and we would go and search for the fairies , trapped and we would set as many free as we could , but always seemed to come up with the most absurd wishes you ..." bu he couldn't continue , he just stared at her  , all the pain all the brokenness returned to him .

She starred back at him , and it was as if her eyes were really piercing into his soul , and seeing all the hurt and pain , and as if she wanted to fix him with her gaze . 

He looked away again . 

"How's Shar?" she asked .

He looked up again , then stood up "He's good , great actually . Uhm .... " he said scratching the back of his head , "Well he and Marge are getting married , in a month".

"Wow , that's great ." she answered , but it was almost awkward , neither of them really knew what to say .

"An Jay and ... and Laurel ?" 

"Their good , still together and happy .Their both heading off to UCLA after the summer  , I guess  I haven't really talked to them in a while ." He answered .