The Slower Path

The Slower Path - Part 5

PART CINCO

When I'm walking home, it gets dark. Very fitting concerning what happened back in the coffee shop. After I finished my "rant" Dad told me he had to go and then walked right out of the shop door. Huh. It turned out differently than I expected. I thought he would be the one I could confide in. But as it turns out, the Doctor is going to be that too. I guess this means he's all I have left. Unless a miracle happens, I don't think my relationship with my parents will ever be the same. As I approach the flat, I feel exhausted and my tears have dried onto my face. I didn't even realize I was crying. When I turn the key and enter the flat, I notice soft music playing and see the Doctor smiling at me from the living room. I also notice the table he is standing near has fancy plates and silverware on top of it. I smell the warm scent of the vanilla candles he lit. I am astonished and say "Doctor, what's all this?" He saunters over to me and says "I know you've had a rough time lately, so I thought we'd have a special dinner." I almost see his face fall for a moment when he notices the tear stains on my face, but either he pretended not to notice or he didn't notice. "It's lovely!" I exclaim excitedly. He immediately perks up and takes my hand, leading me to my place at the table.

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As soon as we started to eat the dessert he prepared, strawberries and whipped cream (my favorite), he bursts out saying "I got a job today!" He said it so loud he woke up Louis, who was sleeping curled up on the sofa. But he looks so pleased with himself I can't help but laugh. "That's great!" I say in between giggles. "What sort of job?" "I'm teaching Science at a high school!" I realize how perfect this job is for him. He loves impressing people with his knowledge. I laugh to myself again. "I'm so proud of you." I say encouragingly. "But what about the legal stuff? Your name, birth, things like that?" "Oh I used that last piece of psycic paper that I had in my jacket pocket on the beach that da-" He stops short. We never talk about that day. The day I got him. We sit in an awkward silence. I decide to break it. "Well, I'm happy you got a job all by yourself." He perks back up and grins in satisfaction. He loves it when I praise him. He's like a cute little puppy. As we both look at each other over the table, it quickly becomes a very heated moment. He stands up and puts his hand out in front of me, asking for a dance to the slow music playing in the background. I smile and take his hand. I stand up and lean my head against his chest, hearing his one heart beat in sync with mine. Dancing in the living room, with no one to judge. Ahh. We stay like this forever it seems like, until I lift my head and meet his eyes with mine. I look at his beautiful, infinite eyes. He is perfect. We both lean in, in perfect sync.

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We are one.

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I close my eyes as his lips meet mine. I wrap my arms around him and he puts his hands on my waist. All time stops. All that matters is him, and his strawberry tasting lips. I never want this to end. We both fall into the couch, not breaking apart for an instant. I scoot in closer, his lips still on mine. I pull back just long enough to look right into his eyes, which are like magnificent galaxies, then kiss him over and over again.