Perplexia
Romance embellisher
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Juliah stood staring out her small efficiency window clutching a handkerchief and remembering. She had been only 17 when she met him. He was the adopted older brother of her best friend, home for holiday from Harvard. There had been an altercation and her friend asked her to look in on her mother as she left the house. Not wanting to deal with the drama that had unfolded. She saw him sitting on the back porch, his fifth or sixth bottle of beer in his hand as he pondered a decision.
After checking on the woman who had become like an adoptive mother to her, she walked out on the back porch and sat next to him. She just wanted to be in his presence. Grasping her courage, she asked him, “Are you hurt?” He replied no without looking at her and offered her a beer. “Have you ever had a beer before?” He asked. “No” she said meekly, “I'm glad I could offer you your first.”
He was a vision of handsomeness, his chiseled jaw, his mop of jet black hair, and eyes so blue they rivaled the sky itself. Ever since she had stolen his picture from her friend's fridge, she’d had a crush. Spilling a bit of beer in her clumsiness, he handed her the handkerchief. They took a walk in the orchard, he held her hand and called her an angel. “Will you be staying long?” she questioned. “No, I shall be kicked out of heaven tomorrow my angel, find me in hell and bring me home.” They had fallen asleep after her first kiss curled together.
When she awoke he was gone, and she was alone. It would be six years before she saw him again. He had become a professor at Harvard in the literature of medieval romances. She had gotten a fellowship for her Masters in the same. He was her professor, and there was no acknowledgement that he recognized her. Perhaps he was too drunk and thought she was a dream, or perhaps he wasn’t sure how to address it. But there he was in his jacket and tie, beginning his first lecture of the year. For six years she tried to forget him, had heard of his tawdry affairs from his sister, and apparently his biological father left a vast fortune to him out of guilt for abandoning him.
Juliyah stuck the end of her pen in her mouth pushing her bottom lip under her teeth to bite as he began to talk. After the abusive relationship she had entered trying to forget him, this was the first time she felt alive again. “Miss Gibbons, I expect an answer when I ask a question” .. she had been day dreaming and looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. In a stern non forgiving voice he said “See me in my office after class”.
After checking on the woman who had become like an adoptive mother to her, she walked out on the back porch and sat next to him. She just wanted to be in his presence. Grasping her courage, she asked him, “Are you hurt?” He replied no without looking at her and offered her a beer. “Have you ever had a beer before?” He asked. “No” she said meekly, “I'm glad I could offer you your first.”
He was a vision of handsomeness, his chiseled jaw, his mop of jet black hair, and eyes so blue they rivaled the sky itself. Ever since she had stolen his picture from her friend's fridge, she’d had a crush. Spilling a bit of beer in her clumsiness, he handed her the handkerchief. They took a walk in the orchard, he held her hand and called her an angel. “Will you be staying long?” she questioned. “No, I shall be kicked out of heaven tomorrow my angel, find me in hell and bring me home.” They had fallen asleep after her first kiss curled together.
When she awoke he was gone, and she was alone. It would be six years before she saw him again. He had become a professor at Harvard in the literature of medieval romances. She had gotten a fellowship for her Masters in the same. He was her professor, and there was no acknowledgement that he recognized her. Perhaps he was too drunk and thought she was a dream, or perhaps he wasn’t sure how to address it. But there he was in his jacket and tie, beginning his first lecture of the year. For six years she tried to forget him, had heard of his tawdry affairs from his sister, and apparently his biological father left a vast fortune to him out of guilt for abandoning him.
Juliyah stuck the end of her pen in her mouth pushing her bottom lip under her teeth to bite as he began to talk. After the abusive relationship she had entered trying to forget him, this was the first time she felt alive again. “Miss Gibbons, I expect an answer when I ask a question” .. she had been day dreaming and looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. In a stern non forgiving voice he said “See me in my office after class”.
