The Fullstop

I went out of the rehab centre through it's rotating doors, they were aggravating. I wondered why they ever created them and inserted them in a rehab centre, where most people are tired of the world spinning them around and around.

I shoved my purse around my arm and realised it was too heavy for my frail arms so when I found a beggar on the corner of the street, I gave it to her, keeping the money that was inside.

I walked a little and then I found Nicole, she was waving at me with a wide smile on her face, why was she smiling? Did I look funny? Then I wondered why she was actually waving. Allow me, I hate physics and chemistry but when you wave, you're supposed to make the gas particles collide with each other until they randomly reach you. So waving would be a signal for 'I'm here' or something, indicating presence whatsoever. But Nicole was waving because she was greeting me, I guess.

Never mind.

According to Nicole as a person, she had straight blonde hair reaching just a little after her shoulders which matched well with her ivory skin. I liked her, she's the only one that entertained me. She comes from a shitholed family and is such an extremist, she hates everyone that has an opinion, and I mean everyone. But we get along because I lack the humanly gift of possessing an opinion.

'Hey! How are you?' She asks me, taking me to her car.

'Okay.' I said, it was always my answer.

We settled in the car and then she started driving.

'My god! Do you actually believe it?' She asked me again, with a dazed look in her blue eyes.

'Um, I don't know.' I said.

'I was in my room and then I smelled this peculiar smell. My. Dad. Smokes. Weed. Hash. Weed. Whatever translation it requires to make you understand. But you know me, I'm good at hypothesizing. You will certainly attend the tests. I have to freaking make sure. I'll call.' She gasped, swerving to the direction of my house.

'Umm okay.' I said.

She dropped me off at the gate and she waved again, I wondered why she waved.

I entered the house and my mom, Ashlin, hugged me very tightly and slumbered kiss went all through my face. I never kissed her nor hugged her back, she didn't mind, which was pretty awesome.

'I have your favourite dish!' She exclaimed, blowing the tears from her eyes. I never really had any favourite dish, I liked everything the same. I wasn't even a fan of food, I only ate to keep alive, I never devoured eating things, I don't know why.

When I finished eating, I went outside to the park, it was very refreshing there. I usually sat next to a tulip bush and contemplated about how the universe was made up and how kids were very oblivious and carefree. Things like that weren't neglected by a person like me.

So I strolled off to the park and the weather was okay, the sun was shining and everything was golden, then I thought that sunshine doesn't make it more golden or yellow, it makes it more transparent. Then I thought it didn't matter either way.

The park had too many tulip bushes in comparison to rose bushes, which was appalling, I liked roses, they looked like cabbages. Just because roses were colourful that meant they aren't called cabbages, I stopped thinking.

Then I stared at my legs while I was sitting and my thighs were comparatively too short because my calves were medium sized. Then I looked away and I saw a guy running with a pair of pants and a nice t-shirt, and he stumbled right over my spread out legs. I felt ashamed. He made a big crash just because of my legs.

When the guy recovered and sat up, he gave me one head shake. I wondered why he shook his head. Was it dismay or disappointment? Anger or sadness?

'Umm, sorry.' I muttered, looking straight in his brown eyes.

Then the guy smiled. He had a nice smile.

'You didn't laugh when I fell.' He replied, with a humorous expression on his face.

'Umm, am I supposed to laugh when people stumble?' I asked curiously.

The guy laughed and sat right beside me, it was very weird to have someone sitting so close, but it was nice. His laugh was nice.

'The last time I heard the word stumble was in a Robin Hood play in fifth grade.' He shook his head.

When I spread my legs out, the guy stumbled over them and fell, he wondered why I did not laugh, I said that people who stumble aren't supposed to be laughed it at any circumstance. Then he said that the word stumble reminded him of the person who uttered the word in fifth grade. Reasonably, I just saved the guy from oblivion, which was very heroic of me.

'Umm, you've got a good memory..' I remarked, thinking how I could possibly remember such a trivial occurrence from fifth grade.

'What's your name?' He asked, his brown eyes smiling. I wondered how would eyes smile, but they looked really happy and pretty. The guy was very attractive in many ways.

'Genevieve.' I said calmly. I thought my name was very gimpy, it was so aristocratic and hard to spell and pronounce.

'Second name?' He inquired with his eyebrows up.

'Claire.' I said.

The guy turned away looking in front of him, he nodded a couple of times then looked back at me with his eyes narrowed. 'Super antiquated.' He commented.

'Um, yeah. Maybe.' I said dully. He just called my name antiquated, it was what I thought, too.

We spent a while not talking, not in silence either. There were kids playing around, some were crying, some were cheering and others were talking. The leaves were rustling with the breeze and the tulip bush beside me was moving gently with it. All these sounds combined together didn't exactly make silence.

'Nice to meet you Genevieve Claire, I will meet you again tomorrow.' He said, standing up. He might have thought I wasn't interested in his company or something.

'Umm, tomorrow?' I answered, I wasn't very sure whether I could make it tomorrow or not.

'There are many tomorrows in our life, I'm not sure which one will be the day we'll meet again.' He said dreamily, his eyes not focused on mine.

But then I thought about what he meant. Yesterday was probably a tomorrow, too. All days are tomorrows.

'I'm Eric, by the way.' He added, smirked, and left.

Eric of Tomorrow, I called him.

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A/N:

Hello! It's me again. I know I'm only at the eighth part of Navy Air Love but I've constantly thought of the idea of this story, so I thought I'd write a part so that I could think of more ideas and all.

Anyway, do you like it? I know that it's vibe is awkward, too much thinking and wondering, right?

Please comment and vote!

Love you all. Thanks.

--Soraya.