Meetup on Erie

[Byron]

Elena didn’t know what to say, still having wet eyes as she looked into John’s eyes, which still showed the same expression of sympathy for her. A grin appeared on her face, and in the end, she even began to laugh slightly. If he was good at one thing, then it was at making her happy again. His reaction was just … too sweet to be true. It made her feel much, much better again, and thinking about it once again, she even started to laugh about herself. What a silly kind of drama she had started there … so unnecessary …

Wiping away the rest of the tears out of her eyes with one hand, while still holding John’s hand with the other, she could speak again, softly chuckling. “Long lasting speech or not, you know how to cheer up women for sure. Listening to your voice … it’s really relaxing, you know?” She made a small pause. “It’s already much better. Maybe you should know, I just sometimes got these, like, little demons on my shoulders, reminding me of all the shit I’ve done in my life. You can be happy they didn’t remind me of anything else.”

Laughing slightly, as she saw John raising an eyebrow, she went on. “Not that I’m a psycho though, don’t worry. I just like to call these bad thoughts that way, nothing more. No need to get me into the bughouse.” As she took a sip from her glass of juice, she thought about what she just said, grinning. “Anyways, I see I’m talking pretty much again. Means I’m feeling good, usually. Remember John, if I talk much, without any sense, everything’s fine, alright? Otherwise, something’s wrong.”

More or less, she just tried to change the direction of the conversation again. For her, it actually helped, just talking, whatever it was.

As the situation turned better again, she decided to grab his hand that was lying on hers. “Coming back to hair coloring … I got them dyed since I’ve been 18. Act of rebellion, sort of, I guess. My father hated the color” She couldn’t suppress a laughter in the end. “But let’s not rather talk about him, it would just bring memories back. And we don’t want, right? Let’s better talk about you … or me … or both of us, whatever suits you best.”

As she took another sip from the juice, Elena was interested what option he would choose.