One more day (S1 Ep.17-2)

Sunday, January 5

We ended up falling asleep on the living room floor, wrapped in the flannel blankets, cherished by the stories of Joan.

With the morning Sunday arrived. It's time to do the last goodbyes of Christmas vacation and go home, because tomorrow is a school day.

We started the day by having breakfast, followed by the packing of the bags, organize the home and put the garbage bags at the door. The containers were not too far away, so Monic and I took the bags there.

On our way we started to hear what sounded like a Jet Ski. Monic knew the paths around the Lake, so after we dumped the trash, followed by a trail, for a closer look at.

The weather here was cold, but not enough to freeze Lake. And in it was a boy with his thermal suit, doing stunts with his stand-up jet ski. He was wearing a helmet I couldn't see his face, but I think Monic knew him.

Monic: Oh my God, he's here!

Rose: Do you know him?

Monic: Only from seeing him here... He lives in this House. In summer they are always here and in the middle of the morning there he is doing his stunts. I didn't know they came in winter too!

Rose: You never talked? - Monic was with a twinkle in her eye that shows me a little more than admiration. I think she’s in love!

Monic: Once. Last summer Diane and I were strolling by the Lake in a canoe, she got distracted looking at him and when she went to get my attention she gave me with the paddle on the head...

Rose: Autch!

Monic: Yep, it hurt, a lot. She was full of energy that morning, got me straight to the water. But I would pass through that pain all over again, with pleasure… He must have realized by the scream of Dianne or the way that she threw herself into the water that something happened. In no time he was with us and helped us get out of the Lake. He was wearing a helmet and I couldn't understand his features. I thought I would never recognize my hero...

Rose: If he was wearing a helmet, then and is now, how do you know who he is?

Monic: That afternoon I came to put away the trash with Dianne. I think his family was leaving, we saw them put the bags in the Jeep. And, then, stood out from the front this boy with a bright smile, captivating eyes… Was strangely awkward, yet I knew it was him. Waved us and asked if I was better. Had a small cut near the eye, but was fine. And that was it. They were gone by the end of the day and I had been hoping the time fly till the next summer to see him again. – Let out a tender smile. - But he's here…

Rose: Are you sure it's him? It's a little hard to recognize, don't you think? It could be anybody!

Monic: I suppose so, but he has a way of making the curves. Look ... When he turn left… Did you see?

Rose: Yes. It’s his signature. Why did you never talked to him?

Monic: I don't know, maybe because I never had an opportunity. Whenever I saw him he was in the water. Probably if Diane hadn't hit m that day I never would have spoken at him that time…

Joan: Hey, girls! – Shouted Joan from the platform, watching us from in the bushes. -Let's go boating, come on!

Monic: Damn Joan! He will think we were spying on him.

Rose: But we were!

Monic: Yes we were. Let's go to them.

Rose: Did it ever occur to you that he can do this to a contest? Maybe he comes here to train.

Monic: No, I didn’t think of that!

Rose: I will help you investigate if you want.

When Monic described what she felt in the presence of that stranger, I reviewed myself in her words. I close my eyes and see a presence that I don't recognize, I can't help but feel a certain affection for that shadow. Maybe the way I described him led me to this feeling, a bit of compassion for this being that lurked in the shadows for half a Millennium in the hope of his family gets back. Although in good conscience I knew he was not my family, he was nothing to me, in fact…

I wasn't in love when I heard her, I was not in love when I read my own description. Despite of that of could realize her desire. I couldn't get my love back, because mere words do not make it reappear, but she had an opportunity that I had not and if I could I would help her. If the feeling of Monic is real, maybe he feels the same. Maybe they're both so shy they don't even give a chance to their feeling. Maybe...