Paul sat down in his barely cushioned seat, and stuck his legs out towards the aisle. All around him people were chattering, he could hear a baby crying in the background. It smelled like sweat already, despite people having only just boarded. Overall unpleasant, but he figured it was about what he payed for, so he couldn’t complain too much.
He could faintly hear Anastasia’s steady breathing. He concentrated on it, and tuned everything else out. Something regular, something consistent, something… pleasant. It would be a nice change of pace, he could use some distance from home. After all, that was at least part of the reason why he left.
A Few Months Ago
Paul was sitting across the table from Jude, in their living room. Jude had a few papers and a half opened laptop in front of him, but he stared forwards and cocked his head at Paul. “So, you got a vision, and now you need to go to Turkey? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“Well, I mean, there’s a little more to it than that, but yeah, that’s the gist. I’ve gotta go to that monastery.” Paul nodded.
“And you think these monks are going to fix your sight?” Jude shut his laptop all the way.
“I mean, I guess I don’t know, but I definitely think they’re telling me to go.”
“The doctors said that was impossible. Don’t you think that sounds a little farfetched?”
“Jude, you’re a literal super hero. Are you going to try to tell me that healing monks is still ‘farfetched’?”
“I suppose that’s fair, but still…” Jude shook his head. “I just don’t know.”
“Jude. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but I don’t like being blind. I’ve gotten used to it; I’ve come to terms with it, but I hate it.” Paul started, Jude tried to interrupt, but Paul kept on going. “I came to terms with it because it was a fact, and there was nothing I could do about it. If there’s even a snowball’s chance in hell that some magic monks in Turkey can give me my sight back, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” Paul slammed his fist on the table.
Jude was silent for a moment, and nodded his head. “I’m not going to try to stop you.” Jude spoke calmly. “I am trying to get you to slow down and consider details, so that if you go, you’ll be fine.”
“Sorry…” Paul slumped back in his chair. “I just finally have a ray of hope.”
“So let’s get some details ironed out, yeah?”
“Alright, yeah. Let’s get planning.”
“Paul?” Anastasia nudged him.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” He had completely zoned out. Probably didn’t help much that he was already on some sleeping meds for the flight.
“I was saying, how I was really glad you brought me along.” She leaned on him and laughed a little. “I’ve never been on a vacation before.”
“Well, I’m glad to be here for your first.” Paul paused, “I couldn’t exactly go waltzing into Turkey alone though, could I?”
Paul stood in Anastasia’s doorway. The smell of nail polish filled the air, and some soft guitar cover played in the background.
“Oh! Hey Paul!” There was a click, and the music cut out. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, actually…” He walked into the room, and narrowly avoided stubbing his toe. “Do you have a second to talk?”
“Yeah, sure!” She jumped up, and guided him to a chair. “What’s up?”
“So, I’m going to be going away soon. To Turkey.” He hesitated. “There’s a monastery, and I think I might be able to get my sight back.”
Anastasia was silent for a moment. “Wow.” Her voice carried a tone of disappointment, but she franticly added on, “I mean, that’s great. You could get you sight back!”
“I wanted to ask… If you would come with me?”
Anastasia choked for a moment in surprise. “You want me to come to Turkey with you?”
“Yeah, I mean, it would work. I can’t very well go on my own, and it would be a great chance to get away from it all, and take a break.”
“I don’t know…” She hesitated, “That sounds expensive.”
“I could pay for it all. I’ve saved up a good bit of money. My expenses are pretty low.”
She went silent again. “What about Vanessa? What would she think?”
“I don’t care what Vanessa thinks. I need this…” He shook his head. “And I just don’t know how I feel about her right now. That’s kinda one of the things I want to get away from.”
“You’re sure? I mean, just with the money, and Vanessa, and everything else…”
“I’m more sure of this than I have been of anything in a while.” He sighed. “But if you don’t wanna go-”
“No, no, no! I want to go!” She wrapped her arms around him. “I just get weird about people giving me things…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Paul laughed. “Besides, while I’d have to go with someone. While I like Jean, I think it would be kinda weird to go on vacation with him.”
Anastasia broke out laughing. “Are you sure? It might turn into, like a spy movie or something. Some kind of heist of the century.”
Paul looked seriously off into the distance. “It’s the perfect crime! They’d never suspect the blind guy!”
← Last Season ——— Next Part→
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