Cheers.
Rowan & Devon
*****
Rowan finds Devon outside, sitting on the stairs to the porch of the cabin. There's a couple of books opened in front of him and he's playing the guitar in his hands while reciting the name of a disease and its causes and treatments. Or at least thats what she thinks it is.
She clears her throat in an attempt to catch his attention.
"Hey Devon, you asked for me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I did. Come sit," he says, when he turns to face her, a welcoming smile on his face.
There's something about Devon that Rowan can't really place. But it makes him different, from any person she's met.
He's battle-worn and weary, more than any 22 year old should be; the vulnerable pieces of himself are carefully hidden away, none visible out in the open. There's a sharpness to his gaze, intelligent eyes and a very confident way of speaking, like everything he says and does comes after a lot of deliberation. And yet, there's also a warm aura and ease encompassing him.
She's slightly jealous, and if nothing else, desperately– to be, or rather, to seem so at peace.
"You okay?" he asks, as she sits down, fiddling with her ring.
"Yeah. What did you need?"
"Just wanted to talk. Ask how you're doing. I realise I haven't exactly been the best host."
Rowan blinks, looking at Devon who looks slightly sheepish.
"Oh that's no problem, we all got a lot going on. College?" she asks, gesturing towards the books in fromt of them.
"Yeah. Physiotherapy."
"Physiotherapy, huh. What made you choose that?"
He shrugs, "it's nice helping people get back to their one hundred percent."
He doesn't ask about her own college plans. It's like he understands her hesitance, but doesn't really want to be another person to add their input of following her heart. She's grateful for that.
"I don't know, what exactly got you knee-deep in this Power business– but I just want you to know that you'll find your balance and your calling sooner or later."
He's closing his books, and returning his hand to his guitar, playing a soft melody. It goes well– with the relative silence, only accompanied by the sound of crickets, the rustle of leaves and the whoosh of the late night breeze.
Rowan sighs, covering her face with her hands, "How do you do this? Be so at peace, so normal."
She removes her hands and looks at him. She wants a solution; some sanity amongst all the insanity and right now, he seems to be the only one to have a similar life experience like her.
"I wasn't always. In fact, I still aren't most days. But... it's easier now."
Devon keeps playing his guitar, as if the universe will reveal its secrets in the notes of the song.
"When we were eight, my best friend was murdered by the Power in front of our eyes," he finally says, a faraway look in his gaze, "the Power haunted me for almost my entire life."
Eight?
Wow. That's a very long time.
Rowan sharply inhales, her eyes widening, "seriously?"
Devon smiles, "to be fair, i didn't remember much of the Power until quite later- all I knew was she was dead," his music does a diminuendo, "My friend, Dan, says that sometimes the mind does that–hides stuff away. Stuff that hurts."
"That's still horrible."
"It is. And I do get nightmares– as I'm sure you do too, and for so very long I didn't think I could move on– I didn't want to move on. But now, after we finish this spell... whether it works or not, I'm going to move on. I'm ready."
He reaches out and pats the back of her hand, "so, what I'm saying is that– it's okay. No matter what you do, or how long you take to climb this mountain, whatever is meant to happen will happen. Que será, será."
Rowan reaches out and hugs him, god knows they both need it. And huh, he's a really good hugger.
She laughs bitterly, "why is it that innocent kids are always subjected to the worst of the world?"
Devon sighs, "I wish I knew."
"I think...I wanna tell you about my family... but maybe not so soon."
He nodded, "whenever you want to, I'll listen."
"Gimme moment?," Rowan asks suddenly, a thought popping into her head, and she let's go of him, quickly scrambles up and rushes inside before hurriedly returning with a plate of mac n cheese.
Devon shoots her a questioning glance.
"We both have bad eating habits, so I figured, if neither of us really feels like eating– at least we'll do it for each other's health."
He hesitates, and Rowan knows that he's been surviving on energy bar breakfasts and salad dinners– she's been doing that too; but he nods, and picks up a fork that she offers to him.
"Cheers."
Maybe this was a start to a great friendship.
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