The Fallen Constellations

Not a problem!: •Gemini•

"I appreciate it," My voice breaks the oncoming silence.

"Not a problem!" The mother of the two children says. "So, how did you fall into a gigantic, sudden appearing hole?" She took a seat across from me at the table as she laughed.

"I wasn't paying close enough attention I guess," This is lying, but if one's clever enough to do such thing as lie then it could be seen as truth, "I was out for a run. I had no idea it was there," I explain forcing a light laugh. I lean forward and bring another spoonful of soup to my lips. Steam runs along my chiseled face and against my pale skin. The taste reminds me of copper on my tongue. How would this help with sickness?

"You sound like a very intelligent and observant man. I never even knew there was a hole there," She says while wearing confusion, "But every person has their bad days. Right? Haha,"

"Yes. And my bad days so happen to be filled with falling into obnoxious holes," I give a quick response. My minds are full of witty comments that I constantly struggle with expressing. She laughs at my words.

"Well, I greatly appreciate this," I stand and remove the blanket from my shoulders and fold it gingerly, "What was your name again?"

"Leslie," She answers joyously, "and no problem

"You have a good day, Leslie." I hold my hand out for a hand shake, but instead she stands and pulls me into a hug.

"You remind me of my little brother," She speaks softly from over my shoulder. Her hug is so light, welcoming. "He," she finally releases and turns to grab my bowl, "was such a smart boy. He, like you, had brown hair and green eyes," She says. I smile.

"Oh. That is very nice. If would be very nice to meet him," I say while being completely oblivious to her use of past tense for the words "was" and "had".

"Well, he would've liked to meet you too," She answers with sudden sadness. Analytical. Sensitive. Virgin Virgo's sister. Vivid imagination.

"Oh," I look down to my feet. "I am uh-My apologies,"

"It's alright," She smiles while facing him and nodding to the door, "You're on your way. Huh?"

"Oh. Yes," I point to her.

When I reach the door, I turn before twisting the golden handle, "Again I thank you for the warmth, and soup," Her response sounds happier but is hardly audible as I exit the house and shut the door softly behind me.

New York.