The park was all alone, the leaves were falling from the trees and the hiding sun was making the day cold. Druig was walking down the streets, with a coffee in his hand, looking for her.
Makkari, whose eyes were closed as she felt the vibrations of a song through her hands, was sitting by a big old tree, the same old tree where she met Druig that day. She was all alone, only eight years old, making little shadow figures with her hands, Makkari used to be always by herself until that day. He, with his bright eyes and a weird sparkle that made Makkari want to show him her little world.
“How are you?” asked a little Druig sitting next to the quiet girl. She didn’t answer back. Instead, she made a delicate sign with her hands to say she was doing great, but the boy didn’t understand so she just made a “thumbs up”. And he stuck to her forever.
“My beautiful beautiful Makkari” an adult Druig said while sitting next to the still quiet woman… "there you are".
Druig laid on Makkari’s lap and watched the leaves fall while she was playing with his hair.
“We should go now,” he said, after a few minutes, and then both stood up and started walking down the street until they found a little restaurant. It wasn’t a fancy restaurant, it served oriental food so both decided to get inside and have diner together. Druig couldn’t take off his eye of Makkari; she, with her hair that decorated her face and made it look like a painting. He was mesmerized by how her face was.
After finishing their dishes, Makkari and Druig went to a bookstore, where Druig worked, and actually, the only place Makkari felt herself. She loved the feeling of getting lost in different stories and universes, to forget about reality at least for a few pages.
“I have a surprise for you…" Druig signed to her, and she smiled like she always used to. He opened the front door and both got in. It was all quiet and dark, but it felt like home for Makkari. The place smelled like home and Druig was the best companion she could ever have. There they were, sitting by a pile of old books while reading Makkari’s favorite poems; Emily Dickinson, to her lovers.
“Could we do this forever?” She signed to Druig and he only smirked at her. “I wish.” He said back and then sat in front of Makkari.
“Can I tell you something?” Druig, with very nervous hands, signed.
“Yes, of course” Makkari answered.
“I’ve known you for so long, Makkari, you’ve been there for me when no one was and… I appreciate all you’ve made for me.” He started.
“I’d rather if you showed me…" Makkari signed, feeling a little confused. Druig stood up and held Makkari’s hand, taking her to a little section on the bookstore Makkari always loved. It was cozy, and little, the two bookshelves made the aisle narrow, which was exactly what Druig wanted. He hold both Makkari’s hands and said nothing as he got closer to her and the air started to feel thick. The lights went out and the only thing both saw was each other’s eyes. “I’ve never heard silence quite this loud” Makkari thought to her inside and then… and just then, their lips touched. It felt like an apocalypse like there was nothing less in the world but them. After all that time, and finally, Druig dared to touch Makkari’s lips and it felt like heaven yet like hell. Not because it was bad, but it was like that with her, everything was so bright and real, all the feelings with her were much more intense than all he could ever imagine.
Makkari waited for so long, she didn’t even have words to describe how it felt but she wanted it forever. “Could we do this forever?” She sign again and as always, Druig smirked and as always, he kissed her on the forehead.