Angels (Pavel Chekov)

Chapter 11 - Perfect

Chapter 11 - Perfect

One thing I've always found funny (and never really knew why) is the phrase; 'Every rule has an exception, except the rule, every rule has an exception.' I found myself thinking that people always believe that they are the exception to the rule, like the one who can bend things a little. But really it's not like that. I believe that things come down to fate, and everything that happens, is and was planned out. Fate however, is said to be changeable and magically, in my mind, falls under this funny little rule about exceptions.

"You ready?" I asked, straightening his tie. He nodded, Pavel hadn't really said much at all today. I looked into his eyes, watching the somewhat distant and faraway look. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Dah, yeah I'm fine," he answered, bringing himself back down to earth. I'd never seen him in a tuxedo before, and I though it suited him. He disagreed and said he hated wearing it, but he still wore it anyway. The walk out the door and down the first few flights of stairs was silent. I finally gave in and stopped him, saying "Listen Pavel, you don't always have to be brave, and I'm here for you okay?" He smiled and nodded, pulling me into a tight hug. "Thank you Vienna," he whispered softly in my ear. He let go of me and continued walking down the stairs. I held his hand, and started chatting with him.

The funeral was weirdly like the one I'd seen in my dreams, but it wasn't Pavel that was dead. He walked up to the coffin and lay down a bunch of flowers he'd bought for him. He took a deep breath and a tear slid down his cheek. I squeezed his hand, and he squeezed it back. We sat down, waiting for the service to begin. "You alright Pavel?" I muttered, watching his face. He nodded, but didn't say anything. "I never should have treated him the way I did, I wish I said goodbye and told him that I loved him..." He said shakily rubbing his eyes. I'd seem Pavel cry before, but this was different. "I disappointed him. I am a disappointment..." He muttered, resting his face in his hands. "Pavel no..." I muttered putting my arm around him. I passed him a tissue from my bag, and he smiled. "Honestly what would I do without you?" He asked, shaking his head and sighing. I smiled, but didn't answer anything.

Pavel cried once or twice more here and there throughout the funeral, but I kept my arm around him and he seemed to be alright. I didn't understand the majority of what they said because it was all in Russian, but Pavel said they did well. He took a deep breath after the service and stood up with me. He talked to a few other relatives and introduced me to a few people, but I couldn't really keep track of them all. None of them really spoke English so there was quite a language barrier. Pavel and I were on our way to leave the church when a tall figure stopped us. "Tragic really," he sighed. "Such a shame that the only time we ever talk is when things like this happen." Pavel rolled his eyes and glared at him angrily. "Leave me alone Erik," he muttered, pulling me gently with him. "Oh Pavel lighten up will you? Now that you're with this lovely one we should hopefully be seeing a lot more of each other!" He said gesturing happily to me. "Erik, leave her alone too. She's my girlfriend okay? Off limits." Erik pretended to be hurt, "Oh Pavel please, you're still a dramatic little teenager aren't you?" Pavel snarled and tried to keep walking. "Anyways Mr Sunshine, how's school going? Getting much schoolwork done?" He smiled laughing. Pavel rolled his eyes and kept walking. "Rumour has it you're top of your class and some people are thinking of putting you on a ship early!" He said happily. Pavel stopped. "You never said anything about this..." I muttered looking up at him. "I'll explain later," he mumbled, glaring at Erik, who in return just smiled innocently. "Where did you hear this?" Pavel asked, with a bitterness in his voice. "Let's just say I have a few friends at the academy, but anyways, seems you two have some talking to do, I better be off. Nice talking to you!" He smiled, and walked off. Pavel turned to me, "I was going to tell you but I was waiting for the right time, I'm sorry he wasn't meant to know!" He blurted out. "Let's just talk about it this okay?" I asked pulling him to somewhere we could sit down.