Lovefool (Introduction)

by Amalia Angellinni

#42 LOVELY DAY

  The day was very sunny, but cold. March in Poland is characteristic for many changes. The weather can change over hours and a day can start quite warm and sunny and end up very cold and cloudy. Now it was sunny outside. He brought two rugged wooden chairs and blankets.

  She sat down and snuggled into the blanket. The fresh air was great and very clean. The real advantage when you live outside a city is that you can breathe better air every day. She felt like this perfect, cold air filled her lungs. She breathed deeply and enjoyed to keep her breathe. She looked then at the naked bushes and green trees nearby. She liked spring. You could see how fast nature changes. Shy daffodils slowly showed their beauty hidden by disparate pieces of soil. Some birds were singing far away and they could just hear an echo. It was nature pure. She wondered where they might be. You didn't hear any human noise, no cars, no talking, and no phones. It was a paradise.

  -Does it all belong to you? – She asked admiringly.

  -It is family possession. We already have it for a very long time.

  -What means very long time for you?

  -Over some centuries I think.

  She was surprised and beyond belief.

  -And how it is possible? After World War II, property rights were changed and almost no one had private land. More or less the whole land was state property. Is your family something special?

  -Yes, you can formulate it in this way.

  -Is this the reason why you have these art paintings at home?

  He smiled with mixed feelings.

  -Yes, you can formulate it in this way. – He repeated.

  She looked more carefully into his eyes, but she didn't find any answer to what she was looking for. By the way, she noticed once again that he had beautiful eyes. They were deeply blue what was quite weird, because he didn't have blond hair. His hair was dark, but not black, and a little curly. He was very handsome and sitting right next to her; he was just wonderful.

  Mia felt her first butterfly, which awoke from a long sleep and started to move timidly. Its wings started to tremble and it started to fly. She thought that she already knew about its existence, but she didn't want to admit it. She felt this butterfly already weeks ago in her stomach. However, she hadn't realised its beauty nor felt its movements earlier. It was a funny feeling.

  Then she thought she needed one minute to notice him, one hour to judge him and one day to fall in love with him.

  She was still looking for answers in his eyes and somehow something changed inside of her. On the one hand, she could stay here at the veranda until the end of the world and even a day after it. She could look into his eyes and observe how its colour varied and on the other hand, she felt somehow shy like this butterfly in her stomach, which until now hadn't enough courage to show itself. Moreover, she didn't dare to stare at him the whole time. Therefore, she looked above him at the sky and trees in the background.

  The more important he was for her the more she didn't want to think about consequences. She already lost almost her whole family because of Jonas, and Jonas was still keeping her grandmother as a prisoner. The last thing Mia wanted to cause was to put Sebastian or Julian in danger. That was the reason why she limited her contacts with Sebastian and preferred to be alone. Nobody around her was safe.

  She promised herself to relax at least today and to think about her problems tomorrow. He didn't intend to bring her back to Warsaw before tomorrow and she had much time to forget about reality. For the first time in her life, she wasn't running away. She could slow down and stay for a moment.

  She laid stretched out on the deck chair and closed her eyes. She let the sun play at her face and touch her with warm sun rays. She enjoyed it much. It was like absorbing the sun energy. She was like a solar thermal system.

  Julian observed her already extremely fussy and noticed some differences of directions in her thoughts. She was even angry for a while, but he couldn't say to what extent or why.

  He should not have spoken with her in this way, but he couldn't use better words. He could just be tougher. Then he noticed that she was mostly happy, more or less because of his company. She was interested in his paintings and he even heard her unsaid admiration of Canaletto and Monet. Then she knew some history what was important for him, because for him history wasn't just a subject at school, but it was a part of his existence. Finally, she was just cute.

  Julian felt her look at him and tried to discover what it meant. She was concentrated, but she was minimally smiling at him and her eyes were bright and sparkling. Her eyes were very vivid and somehow flirting. He couldn't find the dark shadow he had already seen a couple of times, when she wasn't aware that he was looking at her. He was happy having her here at his side and watching how she was enjoying the weather and being here. It was wonderful and if he hadn't started to think of Sebastian at this moment, it would have been just perfect.

  Sebastian was as well thinking about her. He already called her “his girl” although they hadn't much in common. She has been working for him and they went running a couple of times. She stayed in his apartment and felt very well there. They didn't talk much, but there was a strong connection between them.

  Julian looked deeper into the memories of Sebastian and saw everything what Sebastian ever thought about her. The problem was that he couldn't see Mia as sharp as other people. She remained blurry, hazily. Her face wasn't recognizable. If Julian didn't know that she was the one at the side of Sebastian, then, he never ever would come to this idea. He drew another conclusion: it was impossible for him to watch her in memories and thoughts of Sebastian. Was it depending on her or on Sebastian?

  Then, Julian looked closer at Sebastian’s memories. He was able to see it as a movie or like a photo album. Julian was surprised by the memory of her coming too late to the teahouse and not speaking a word. For Sebastian this whole situation had some highlights. At first, he remembered very well the look on her face as he saw her. Unfortunately, it was impossible for Julian to see it. Then Sebastian’s memory underlined the fact of going to Sebastian’s home. He was driving and Mia wasn't there with her mind. Julian felt this emotion of Sebastian very well. Mia was lost in her thoughts back then. When Sebastian stopped and left the car, she was still sitting in the car and didn't move until he came to her and forced her to follow him. Sebastian had to hold her hand and lead her through the street and then up the stairs. Sebastian’s memory pointed out how cold her hands were and how absent she was. However, holding her hand was incredible for Sebastian. He was so in love.

  The third highlight scene in Sebastian’s memories was drinking tea with her, which he just made. The cup was very hot and the tea was even hotter. In addition, she drank it as if it was something she was doing daily or as if she didn't feel the heat at this moment.

  Other memories were connected with their running appointments. She seemed to be always focussed and he was just running beside her. She could run alone and it wouldn't make a great difference. However, Sebastian’s memory showed some feelings between them, some sympathy and communication without words. For Julian it wasn't so easy to understand. For him she wasn't even a friend of Sebastian and that is why he asked himself why Sebastian called her “his girl”. It was obviously too much.

  Of course, there were the latest memories in Sebastian’s mind. She was standing at the door and looked at him. Then she hugged him. She was warm and lovely. In fact, he was the happiest man alive.