Angels (Pavel Chekov)

Chapter 9 - You're Warm

Chapter 9 - You're warm

Have you ever opened a book, and then loved it, but then a chain of events occur and then you spend the rest of book crying. Well, I found this phenomenon similar to life. Something happens, you loose it and cry and cry and maybe cry some more. But then it either just fades away or disappears and then may comes back again. After a while, you start wondering what is happening to you and what to call this spiraling conundrum of somewhat unpredictable events, and then you just realise the only thing you can call it is life.

"So on a scale of one to ten, how cold is it?" I asked, shoving some socks loosely into my suitcase. "you mean, how cold is it on a scale of one to Russia?" He smirked. "Don't you have packing to do?" I grinned, gathering more warm clothes for the trip. We were only going for four days, but I'd packed enough clothing to last about two weeks. "I was finished packing like two hours ago." He shrugged, sitting on my bed next to the suitcase. He lay down and looked up at the ceiling. "You'll probably meet my mother," he groaned. "What do you mean...?" I asked. "Vell she has a kind heart but, she can be wery judgement and opinionated." I chuckled, throwing the last warm of the clothes into my suitcase. I closed it and placed it on the ground. "Ready?" I asked, pulling the suitcase towards him. "We have a few hours before we need to go, wanna do something?" He asked, following behind me and my suitcase. I placed it beside the door next to his, "What did you have in mind?" He shrugged. "Do you mean like go out and do something, or stay here and do something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He held up his hands innocently, "I just meant that I didn't vant to go to the airport and wait zhere for hours." I smiled, and patted his shoulder. "It's okay Pavel I knew what you meant," I smirked. He rolled his eyes. We ended up just laying next to each other and talking the whole time, we did that a lot. I felt like I could talk to him for hours, just softly clutching his hand.

There was just something about airports that I loved. The rush of people always coming and going. It's weird to think that there are 9 billion people in the current population and I only knew a few hundred of them. Pavel and I were sitting against a wall, there wasn't much room in the seats left. Most people travelled by shuttle or transporter, but we just decided to take a plane, it was cheaper. Pavel was reading and I was just watching people going about their business. I lay my head back and felt around for his hand. I clutched it, and he squeezed it back affectionately. The corner of his lips flicked upwards and he continued to read. An announcement rang through the terminal, our flight was boarding. I grabbed my bag, and Pavel helped me up. We stood in line, and Pavel scanned his phone under a barcode. We took our seats in the plane, he let me have the window seat because he was just nice like that. He took my hand tightly, and I looked over to him. He smiled back and I turned back to the window.

He was asleep most of the flight, whereas I just couldn't sleep on planes, they were too noisy and moved too much. The plane was fairly warm, so Pavel subconsciously pulled his sleeves up. I didn't notice at first, but I just happened to glance at him itching his skin. There were a few more thin red lines. "No..." I mumbled. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and I inspected his arm closer. They looked like they'd been done a few days ago. I shook my head and let a tear slip down my cheek. One part of me felt like a failure, like I'd let him down and the other part of me was angry and upset, like he failed me. My cold hands running over his arm woke him up. His eyes slowly fluttered and he yawned, looking down at my hand. I looked at him with sad disappointed eyes, he looked away. "I'm sorry... It never meant to happen." He saw me wipe another tear away and closed his eyes. I could tell that he was in just as much pain as I was. "I'm sorry Vienna..." He said, pulling the sleeves as far down his arm as they would go. I didn't say anything, I just sat there quietly, thinking. Another tear slid down my cheek, and Pavel wiped it away. I turned to him and tried to smile, but my bottom lip shook and I just ended up crying more again. He hooked his arm around me and kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry it was a moment of weakness..." He whispered softly. "Why didn't you come to me, why didn't you just talk to me about it instead?" I asked through a shaky and tear strained voice. "I don't know..." He admitted.