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Tia was beautiful, true. She had a frailness about her, a paleness of skin and hair that gave her a waiflike appearance. This slenderness was only enhanced by her illness. She was gravely ill; permanently so, and this caused her to be sheltered her entire life. These sixteen years were seasoned with various hospital trips, blood transfusions, and physicals to determine whether she was able to enter the world around her. The answer was always, โWeโll see.โ
โYouโre going to Dr. Dailee to have a routine checkup,โ her mother said.
โI wanted to go to the mall,โ Tia sighed.
โTia, you know you canโt,โ her mother admitted in a low voice. โYour Huntingtonโs.โ She uttered this last phrase as if Tia was cursed, and speaking the disease out loud would trigger another bout of her illness.
Tia sat down, looking through her sketchbook. It was mostly macabre things towards the beginning of the book. Dismembered hands, distorted faces, and demonic eyes were prevalent in the crowded notes. However, further along the dismembered hands were replaced by nature scenes and still life portraits. The faces in these portraits were mostly of strangers- mainly people sheโd met on the subway. She didnโt really see anything wrong with sketching peopleโs faces; she was a good artist, after all. Most of them didnโt notice, and even if they did, they paid it little to no attention.
Her mother entered the room, pressing two subway tokens into her hand.
โThe subway leaves in ten minutes,โ she instructed. โBe careful.โ
Tia nodded, hoisting her purse over her shoulder and leaving the house.
At the entrance to the subway, Tia paid her toll and waited patiently for the subway car to arrive. As she waited, she pulled out her sketchpad and sketched a lapdog that had poked its head out of a young womanโs Louis Vutton purse.
The subway pulled in, and Tia made her way to the nearest entrance, weaving through the heavy pedestrian traffic. A body jostled her, and her sketchpad flew out of her hands, landing faceup in the entrance of the subway. It opened to the third page, where a single rose blossom lay, its petals unfolding to reveal a crimson eye.
This eye stared up at Tia as she scrambled to pack it up before the subway left without her. However, a young man reached down from behind her, scooping it up and handing it to her. She met his gaze for a split second, just enough to take in his overall appearance. What really struck her were his eyes. They were deep green, thoughtful eyes. As she took it, their fingers brushed briefly. She lowered her eyes, affixing her gaze on his guitar case, then on the floor.
โIโm sorry,โ he said.
She mumbled something in response, then took a seat across from him.
He didnโt notice she was sketching him. She could draw the length of his hair just fine, but she just couldnโt capture the expression in his eyes with simple lead pencil! Finally, as she left the subway, she had a few sketches she was satisfied with.
He didnโt notice she was drawing him.
They never did.
When Tia returned, her mother greeted her with a concerned look on her face.
โHow did it go?โ she asked.
โFine.โ Tia muttered. She returned to her room, feeling slightly dizzy. As she leaned against the bedpost, steadying herself, her sketchpad fell out of her bag, opening to her most recent sketch. The pencil sketch of the guitarist on the subway stared up at her as she collapsed on her bed. As she centered herself, she felt the dayโs events come back to her. She barely had time to glance at the drawing she had done before her weariness overcame her.
Over the next few weeks, no matter how she tried to occupy her time, her mind kept traveling back to the young man from the subway. He had many names in her mind, many different locations. Monday, he was Luke, and she was backstage at his sold-out concert. Tuesday, his name was David, and they talked for hours at the mall. Wednesday, he was the host at a ball, and she was the guest of honor. The list of fantasies was all played out in her head, but the strange thing was, she wasnโt even sure if she was in love! After all, it had never happened to her before.
Tia awoke that Tuesday night with a terrible cough. When she pulled her hand away from her mouth, she found it covered in vermillion blood.
She quickly rushed to the phone, dialing 9-1-1 with trembling fingers. As the ambulances arrived, her mother came out of her bedroom, still dressed in her pajamas.
โWhat is it?โ she asked, but she already knew.
They were loaded into the ambulances and taken away.
Tia was admitted to the hospital at 3:13 A.M. She was sent to the waiting room, where she sat in silence. That is, until she looked up.
Sitting across from her, in one of the cheap hospital folding chairs, was the man from the subway. The guitar case was replaced with a sling, however, and he wore a scowl instead of a smile.
โWhat happened?โ Tia asked him, worried.
โWho the hell are you?โ he asked her. โI fell off my motorcycle, if you really want to know.โ
โUmโฆ I met youโฆ subway.โ Tia muttered in an ashamed way.
โSorry. Donโt remember you.โ He admitted.
โBrian Halley?โ asked the nurse, poking her head in the door.
โYour turn.โ Said the woman next to him. She was a gorgeous brunette in a little black dress. She looked like she could be at a cocktail party, not the hospital. She kissed him briefly before he got up, exiting the waiting room.
Tia felt literally broken. But whatโs the use in losing love when she never had it in the first place?
Tia was taken into her room. She was given a few examinations before being left alone in a two-bed room with a divider. She lay back on her bed, being glad for the silence.
โI finally have a roommate, huh?โ asked a voice from behind the divider.
Tia looked around, surprised at the intrusion. Finally, the divider was pulled back from the inside. Her roommate sat up.
โYou think you have it bad?โ he asked. โTry living as an amputee.โ Sure enough, his left arm ended at the shoulder. Tiaโs eyes traveled to his face, and found he had dark brown hair cut short, and deep blue eyes.
โNameโs Mark, by the way,โ he said.
โMineโs Tia.โ
โSo, what state do you live in?โ he asked.
Tia smiled. โConfusion.โ
โMe too.โ He said. โI guess weโre all a bit more confused, now.โ
They talked for hours. He was actually a pretty funny person. Tia felt her worries easing as they talked. Finally, she was content.
A few days had passed, and Tia was relatively stable. Her mother was talking with the nurse in the corner of the room. Their voices were low, and Tia strained to listen. Finally, they had come to a consensus.
โTia Jackson?โ the nurse asked. โYouโre free to go.โ
Her mother smiled. Tia got up and was about to make her way over, but Mark stopped her, handing her a piece of paper.
Tia took it, unfolding it to reveal a phone number written in shaky handwriting. Tia smiled before rejoining her mother.
Sure, it was foolish to fall in love at first sight, Tia thought. I know that now. But with this knowledge, I can move on.
Publication Date: 10-16-2011
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Dedication:
To Audrey: I hope you find your way, somehow...
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