Oct. 20th, 2014

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He didn't know what had possessed him to kiss her. From the moment her hand was on his cheek, though, he needed to feel more of her.

He also didn't know what had happened next. She had responded and softened against his lips, then her hands had gripped his arms. She went rigid, screamed and let go of him, hitting the carpet with a speed he could not match.

He dropped to his knees beside her, her breathing fast and ragged, her eyes fluttering madly.

"Alice," he called. He put his hand on her cheek. "Alice, what's wrong?" When she didn't respond, he contemplated calling for an ambulance. Her eyes began to open, though, and her hand flashed up to grip his.

"Why won't she move?"

"Alice, who?"

"The lady with the baby. Why won't she get out of the way?"


* * * * *

After a few moments, Alice had sat up on the floor, crossed her legs in front of her and cradled her head in her hands. He didn’t quite know what to do in response, so he sat in front of her with his palms on his knees. It was quiet for a long time, just the sounds of their breaths between and the occasional shout from one of the neighboring apartments. A siren wailed far in the distance before it faded back to nothingness. Alice’s eyes remained closed.

Breath in.

Breath out.

Breath in.

Breath out.

“Alice?”

“I feel like I’m underwater. Like I’m drunk.”

Her eyes did not open.

“Are you okay?”

“No, but I will be.”

A flutter.

Breath in.

Breath out.

“Alice?”

“What?”

“What did you see?”

Breath in.

Breath out.

“I saw a woman holding a baby. She stood in front of an oncoming train and she wouldn’t move. She just…she just stood there.”

Breath in.

Breath out.

“I dreamed about that woman.”

“I know. I don’t know how, but I know. I know this is your vision, not mine.”

Alice’s eyes opened and he noticed for the first time that they were a soft, rich brown. They looked back at him, staring hard.

“It was you in front of the train the other night, wasn’t it?”

That was how he wound up telling her everything. About how his wife had died, about the friends that had started to fade away, about the dreams and the trains and the push on his back. They had stayed there on the floor, the world darkening around them, neither of them moving to turn on a light. Their eyes adjusted to the lack of light and he could make her out clearly as he spoke.

In turn, she told him about her husband – the man she’d intended to leave behind before his encounter on the train tracks. She told him about the fading light of their marriage and her hard-accepted admission to herself about her continued love for him.

Eventually, they steered the conversation back towards the situation before them. Travesty looked at his hands, palms turned upwards.

“Do you think it works no matter how we touch?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. You pushed me out of the way at the gas station and nothing like this happened then.”

He nodded. “That’s right. Want to try anyway?” He held up his palm.

She smiled and put hers up as well, pressing it against his. His brain registered the softness of her skin. Goosebumps rose on his forearms and he was glad for the dark.

Otherwise, nothing happened.

She laced her fingers between his and they clasped hands. Still nothing. He looked up from their entwined hands. Before he could say anything, she reached out and took his other hand in the same manner. The result remained the same. He saw her brow furrow.

“Do you think…,” he started to ask.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I do think. But let’s hold on this time.”

“Are you sure?”

“No. But let’s try anyway.”

“We really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Her voice was forceful.

They leaned forward at the same time, hands still connected.

Their lips touched softly at first, then, like her voice, more forceful. There was nothing between them besides their mouths on each other’s. The goosebumps rose again as they enveloped each other.

Then they weren’t there, on his apartment floor, anymore.

The first feeling was like his heart had been ripped from his chest. He struggled to find a breath, feeling as though his throat were clawing its way out of his flesh. Then he felt her hands still gripping his, her head back and her eyes closed tight. Her mouth was wide open like his, gasping for air.

When he found he could focus beyond the two of them, he realized that they were on the edge of the train tracks. The woman was there like he’d always dreamed, but something was different.

The baby was crying.

His hands tightened on hers, afraid to let go. The baby had never cried before. Not in all the nights he’d dreamed of this.

The train was screaming towards her.

He opened his mouth to shout at her. “Move!” he wanted to scream.

She turned around before he could say anything, though.

“Go,” she said.

And then the light bore down and everything went black.

He welcomed the darkness.

* * * * *

They came to back on the floor, holding hands. The room was still in darkness, but a faint light seemed to be growing in the sky outside.

“Travesty?”

“Alice?”

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“Was that the same as your dream?”

“No. The baby was crying.”

“That didn’t happen before?”

“No. Never.”

“Was anything else different?”

“No,” he lied. “Did…did you see her face?”

“No. She didn’t look at me. Did she look at you?”

“No,” he lied again.

“Why is this happening? Why do you think?”

“I don’t know. Before, I thought…well, I just thought I was going crazy.”

“And now?”

He smirked in the darkness.

“Now I’m not alone in this, right? You’re here now.”

There was a pause. “Yeah,” she replied finally. “I am now. I’m here now.”

He squeezed her hand. Her hand was shaking. He realized that hers was, too.

“What do we do now?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I think we’re supposed to do something amazing. I thought it was just me, but maybe it’s both of us.”

“Do you think it’s God?” Her head turned towards him as she asked the question.

He turned his head towards her, dipping his forehead to touch hers. “No, I really don’t think so. I don’t think it’s the other guy either, for what it’s worth. I really don’t think I believe in that kind of shit.”

He felt her smile. “Yeah, I don’t think I do, either. Then what, do you think?”

“I really don’t know, Alice. Maybe we’re not supposed to know. Or maybe we have to find out.”

“Together?”

“Yeah.”

They laid there for a while longer, the room lighting on their faces as the sun rose higher in the sky.

When the first rays hit his face, he closed his eyes and tried to forget.

He tried to erase the image of the woman’s face from his mind.

The woman with rich, brown eyes, just like hers.


A long, long time ago, back in a strange place called LJ Idol Season 8, I started a writing exercise around a crazy little bit of inspiration I had once. This is not the first bit about Alice and Travesty and I'm pleased to get a chance to write more about them. I apologize if you're feeling a bit out of the loop on this one - if you want to read more about The Guy and the Train and That Chick He Saved, check out my entries from Season 8 and my last entry from Season 9's Last Chance Idol for a little more context.

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