February 14, 2013
This day hadn’t sucked.
Frankly, you were stunned.
Sure, you had seen a little PDA, but surprisingly not much. And all of your friends had gone out of their way to make you little gifts. They even knew you didn’t celebrate, and wouldn’t expect anything in return.
It was sweet.
But still, the day made you think. It made you think about a lot of different little things that made you both want to laugh, and cry.
The emotions you were feeling right now were probably making you extremely unstable. Yet you felt extremely calm.
Even so, you found yourself out late at night, going to try something new. It was something you had been wondering about for a while, and were finally going to take a crack at.
Now you sat, atop this building, overlooking the river. Your legs dangled over the edge, but you knew you wouldn’t fall. Being pretty far back, your lower legs were practically against the wall.
You started preparing, not seeing the frantic figure making his way up to the building.
Almost ready, you nearly jumped, which would have been horrible, as someone threw open the door and called out, “Don’t jump!” You almost laughed. All of those feelings were behind you, and you knew it as you stared up at the little sliver of the moon smiling back at you. But he went on, “I know it’s... that day, but there’s no reason to go this far! Hell, I’m alone too! So, just don’t jump!”
“I wasn’t planning to.” you said bluntly, but with a smile on your face reflecting the smirk of the moon.
“Then... What are you doing up here?” he asked, the British accent washing over you again.
A little crease appeared in your brow, “Just trying new things.”
“Like what?” the stranger asked, startling you as his voice moved closer.
Looking around to face him, you saw the shock of blond hair, green eyes, and peculiarly large eyebrows. In turn, he appraised you. Shining (h/c), captivating (e/c) eyes, and a determined set on your face. “Something weird.” you finally said, turning back to the moon.
He sat beside you, maybe a little close for comfort, but maybe just close enough that he could catch you if you fell. “Weird is relative, love.”
“Mmm.” you said in agreement, thinking of all the tendencies you had acquired that others might deem weird. Eventually you stopped counting them all and paid attention to the stranger again.
The blond stared as you picked up the first piece of paper, your best longhand on the lined sheet, and started to fold. There had been some things on your mind lately, and you just wanted to release everything into the wind. Ever little secret you had kept, all your hopes and dreams, all your fears, you wanted them somewhere out there. Someone had to know. Even if it was a stranger, or a patch of dirt or a puddle. These thoughts would be out there, and you felt like you might finally be free of their torturous taunting.
So you made the first airplane just like you had as a child, but with more nimble fingers and more of a mind to get it right. Soon you had a really nice paper airplane and aimed up towards the moon.
It sailed over the sleepy buildings below you, and out over the trees near the river. And with it went that thought. The action allowed your smile to grow. You continued, paying no mind to the baffled stranger at your left.
Eventually you looked up at his face, and smirked. So you decided you would attempt to make him feel more comfortable and strike up a conversation. “So, you’re alone too, huh?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
You just continued folding, and told him again, “You said you were alone. And that makes two of us.”
“Yes, I suppose.” he said. Then he finally chose to address the elephant in the room, “What is with the airplanes?” He looked at your graceful form as you sent another one flying off into the night.
You sighed, a happy grin on your features. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to scream something? Just so at least one person would know? Louder than you would ever dare?”
“Well, yes, actually. Quite frequently.” he said.
The moon continued to smile at you as you spoke to this stranger with ease, “I decided to write down everything and send it out into the world.”
“Oh.” he replied, looking off into the distance as you sent another worry out on its way. After another minute he asked, “Can I know your name?”
You shook your head. “I like it like this. The peculiarity of it all. Two strangers sitting on a rooftop on the fourteenth of February, with no where to go and nothing to do but let go of the past. If we knew each other’s names, we wouldn’t be strangers, would we?”
“I guess not.” the blond said with a chuckle.
You threw another one and as you watched it fly asked, “Would you like to try one?” Passing him the pencil and a sheet of paper you gave him an encouraging smile.
“It can’t hurt, can it?” he asked, almost to himself. The stranger wondered what he wanted to tell the world.
After a bit he wrote down quickly, but with precision,
I am alone.
You snuck a glance at the words. “That’s a good one. I sent that one out a minute ago. For now at least, we can be alone together.” you told him, a smaller, kinder expression on your face. The blond smiled, then looked back at the paper. He started to make the airplane, but didn’t make one of the folds you deemed necessary. “That won’t fly very well.” you scolded, taking an edge of the paper into your hands and brushing against his fingers repeatedly.
He was stunned at your conduct, and how easily you touched him. In fact, you weren’t quite feeling yourself. If it had been another day, you would have been blushing up a storm at this attractive stranger and staying as quiet as you could manage. But this was just a passing meeting between strangers. You didn’t care about your impression on him, and that made this all the better. “Is it finished?” he asked, inspecting your crafty fingers.
“Yep!” you said, handing it to him rather proudly.
He took it in his large hands, and tossed it out over the town, watching it fly over everything else. It was peaceful, and the blond really did feel better. “Teach me to make one like that.” he said, half asking, half pleading.
“Sure,” you smiled, “just pay attention.”
Going through the airplane step by step, the stranger finally got a decent, if not a little crumpled, one to throw. This time you two propelled your planes forward together.
It wasn’t long before you were laughing about nothing, and talking about crazy hypotheticals. The two of you were intellectually matched, and battled back in forth in half forged arguments sprinkled with craziness. It was fun.
He showed you this insane plane that was just a tube that, when spun right, would fly out over the city. You showed him how to make those little spinners, that when you drop them the top spins like a maple seed.
The two of you sat on the building. Just two people that were alone together.
Making paper planes just for a while.