persia.
The rest of the week consisted of sleepless nights. I would toss and turn for hours, trying to come to a conclusion. The questions was simple, should I stay or should I go? But the answer was hard, very hard.
Van and I barely spoke, and we hadn't seen each other either. I didn't know what to say to him, and he didn't know what to say to me.
It seemed that now I had more time to actually think about leaving again this time, I didn't want to leave. The last time it was a decision made in a split second, and I caught a plane a few days later. There was no time for thinking.
Now, hours of thinking had made a decision much harder. Maybe sometimes it's better not to think and just to do things.
It was late on a Friday evening. I sat in Kya's apartment in the dark. The TV was the only light illuminating the room, I wasn't even looking at it. I lay on the sofa, looking up to the ceiling, making sense of all the shapes the light from the television.
That light seemed simpler than the TV. It made more sense than all the bright, moving pictures.
There was a knock on the door.
I don't know who I expected it to be, but I knew who I wanted it to be.
I open the door, and it's unexpectedly the one person you would expect to be at the door, considering this was her house.
"Don't you live here? Why'd you knock?" I question, I stand back to let her in but she stays in the doorway, something tells me she wants to say something to me.
"Get your coat, we're going."
I was in my pyjamas, fat chance of me going anywhere.
"Where would we be going?"
"You'll see, and you'll like it."
"What if I don't like it? I'm in my pyjamas. You don't even own a car? How are we going to get there? I'm not getting on the bus looking like this Ky-"
A step of footsteps bullets up the stairs, quite briskly and harshly; in a hurry.
"Lassies, we don't have all day, Van double parked the car!"
Bondy.
"Can I at least throw on actual clothes before we go?"
"Fine." They both groan.
I run into my room and put on the first things I can find and put on shoes too. And then I'm back out in the hall with the two of them. We all dart madly down the stairs, knowing Van is going to kill us for taking forever.
The dash down is silent. I don't ask questions. From what I've learned, the more questions I ask, the less I want to do things. So it's better just to jump into the unknown and hope for the best.
Thankfully Van is still there by the time we make it down the stairs and outside.
I sit in the back with Kya and Bondy slides into the front.
"We'll only be a minute, honest!" Van mimicks Kya to show his frustration.
"Sorry lad, miss over here had us play a game of twenty questions before we left." She laughs and shakes her head.
We drive off.
We chat aimlessly and about nothing as we make our journey to god knows where. It doesn't matter what we talk about, because Van usually says something stupid or funny about it and we all laugh and Bondy shakes his head at Van's stupidity and tries his best to get us to stop giggling so that Van doesn't crash the car. It's like the laughter is contagious.
